Songs of the Season - Soltero

With a cigarette there on your lips

Canadian penny in your pocket

And the songs of the season in the air tonight

Like buzzards

The door keeps opening and closing

As you try to place a value on your loved ones

If you decide to ignore them it might make life

So simple

Could it be oh could all your dreams just up and disappear?

Could it be you won’t get what you wanted this year?

With a cigarette there on your lips

You only ever dream of going home

And the songs of the season get under your skin

Like a tapeworm

Now the wind hits your face with a familiar sting

And it seems like the whole world is preparing to sing

You just keep saying nothing, it keeps you from saying

The wrong thing

Could it be oh could all your dreams just up and disappear?

Could it be you won’t get what you wanted this year?

Could it be oh could all your dreams just up and disappear?

Could be exactly like you feared

With a cigarette there on your lips

Canadian penny in your pocket

And your dreams and your hopes

Your family and friends

And the love you had planned to keep till the end

I hope you get them all back for christmas…