It must have been a month since you last loved me-
I can't say I've changed too much all year.
Maybe you got buried underneath the snow
and closed your eyes and saw me
because there was nothing else to do.
If that's what happened I wish
you'd had your harmonica
and the sound had gone in you
with nowhere else to go
So when they dug you up
and lifted you and sent you back home to me
I'd be waiting on the couch
right where you left me
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