Cabin Fever

Ice Cold

12/01/02

Winter is surrounding me.
Buffalo snow has me thinking of you
and how I can't be so close
to the summer-like sun of Florida
you bring to me.
If I knew you were home I'd call you,
not as much to tell you about the snow you miss
but to tell you I miss you.
This December might be my last,
if I can keep you in Naples
and we can get our lives right.
Now only all I have to do
is sell you on the fact that I'm better
in the sun
than I am in the snow.
How do I tell you
that me plus the sun is better
than you in the snow,
knowing that we'd settle for either?
My heart's never been more set on leaving
and you are my hope.
E-mails are something I can live without
once you're in my arms.
I just want to know if I can love you
in person,
for real.
That would seal my ticket to the south.