Threadbare

On a crowded stretch of highway, we're counting all the cars The red ones vs the green ones by the headlights in the dark We pull into the driveway, I see fragments of my heart Through the warm glow of the windows, spilling light onto the lawn I'm so aware of your silhouette The shape of your face and the shadow cast All the fingers hanging lifeless, fists balled up in my gloves It's another mild winter, but I still feel them going numb Jill smiles as I walk in There's a quiet sort of hum Finally home after a long year The house radiating love I'm so aware of your bassinet You're half awake being carried in I'm feeling worn, feeling threadbare Like the sleeves of my sweater I watch the light grow thinner and disappear When I think of December, I always think of Mae And her house on Erdenheim where everyone I love felt safe I drive past it every Christmas I'm gonna buy it some day And anyone who needs to could always stay I'm feeling worn, feeling threadbare Like the sleeves of my sweater And I watch the light grow thinner and disappear I'm feeling worn, feeling threadbare Like the sleeves of my sweater And the days only get longer from here