No Urge

Is there anybody there who can take the chill out of the air

And the needles of the winter from my toes

Is there any way to keep the nightmares from my sleep

And my eyes from looking inside when it snows

Do the mountains freeze the thought of a dead forget me not

And a bitter recollection until spring

It gets quiet when I stand on the streets of snow and sand

And I cannot even bring myself to sing

The weather makes me wonder whether it's lightening or it's thunder

And if the weather is coincidence or fate

I give up on love to early and I'm feeling kind of squirrelly