Early winter morning and the moon's up in a gray sky There's a girl with a duller sun and a black moon to color each eye Up in Traverse City where the winter is so shitty And the prettiness of blue ice Is so sad When the thaw sneaks in and the snowmobiles sink Into the lakes And all winter all you did was drink And make a few mistakes You can feel so bad One night I was driving and the world seemed so conniving Bit my face and wasted all the blood saved for surviving Julie was a Catholic in the wrath of young Petoskey Catholic blood, like summer mud, it's warmed up by the whiskey And I went to St. Hugo, way downstate in Oakland County When July comes it dumbs you to just buy into the bounty Julie, in the summer when you're standing besides The melted lakes And everywhere you turn are the whitest of brides Cutting wedding cakes Early winter morning and the moon's up in the day sky There's a girl with a duller sun and a black moon to color each eye