Wintersleep
While he's looking
for himself on an island
a ferry ride away
I'm searching for a car
to drive through the country
over the mountains
across the prairies
writing poetry and driving
for days on end
until I reach that place
where life is just that pace
slower, where I can stay inside
if that's what I want
I don't need no jacket
no mountains no snow
I roll up into a ball
fall into a deep wintersleep
and when all is melted
I'll go out and melt
with you if that's what
you want to do