Breath makes smoke
Air that smells like snow
Won´t you ever come?
As sun sets, trees make silhouettes
And disappear from view

Night sounds heard
Between traffic bursts
Are growing louder now
I stare through the night for familiar headlights
But they never come

And it illustrates for me how very far I´ve come
It´s not just my body I am trying to keep warm
And the stop lights turn
Just about three hundred times
And headlights shine on me
But none belong to you