February

February comes along again

Now we are rust-colored stones

And I traded all my thoughts in

For an hour of sleep in the snow

And I dreamed up this old western sky

That follows me all the days

And I dreamed up this dust storm, too

So I'll surely move

Oh, I better move

My dancing feet alone

In February we march with frozen hands and bones to the doors

And stomp our feet in the doorways of cafes and houses and churches

Today, I saw two blue flowers and thought of you

And oh, it made me move, my dancing shoes

My dancing shoes, my dancing feet along

When will they ever fall?

I don't know, no, I don't know

And when will they ever fall?

I don't know