January - Louden Swain

You walk around for days

Deep inside your haze

You catch an off of Broadway play

A matinee

You lick the sugar for the cane

Kiss the hippie, for his face

Feel the breeze rush through your nose

And right into your heart

Lost my jacket, January

Hold on to the cold

And let it ride

If your blood’s not up

Then you ain’t dancin'

Standin' only works

When you’re in line

Stop to ice my shoe

With glue

The string snapped long ago

With the radio

Where I listen to the sound of a million people

Swingin' to the beat of their own egos

Sticking to the plan that they learned in the steeple

Where God is good and sin is evil

Lost my jacket, January

Hold on to the cold

And let it ride

If your blood’s not up

Then you ain’t dancin'

Standin' only works

When you’re in line

Clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your, clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your, clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands

Grab the van

Grab the van

Grab the van

Grab the van

Trust your man

Trust your man

Trust your man

Trust your man

There’s a

There’s a plan

Lost my jacket, January

Hold on to my cold

And let it ride

If your blood’s not up

Then you ain’t dancin'

Standin' only works

When you’re in line

Lost my jacket, January

Lost my jacket, January

Lost my jacket, January

Lost my jacket, January