winter sun

start my day with bitter coffee
in a patch of winter sun
i'll clear away the books, the bottles,
from the night just gone

i came here with one hand open
the other holding on
to find a place to work, be quiet,
see what comes when i'm alone
i'll be careful, i'll be strong

each night around the stove
i am keeping warm
sing the words that make it grow
don't stay away too long

i came here with one hand open
the other holding on
and i know that if the hold is gentle
we can keep pushing on
don't you stay out there too long