January City

I've been walking barefoot through this January city every afternoon
getting reacquainted with birds and boats and closing doors to empty rooms
every day a step to freedom, every day a sinking stone
and when the first rock hits the bottom of the pool I'll let you know
I dream sometimes that I can move things with my mind
all I have to do is lift my feet a little and I remember how to fly
but this city sinks my silent steps into its streets
and you drain the color from the faces of the people that I meet

I guess you're right
I'm lucky in my way
I had my say
you got your parties and your dancing girls
I've got today
I've got today
I've got today

it was nothing but the gentle pull of fingers too tired to swing by on their own
but you slipped your hand back in your pocket and now I wish you'd just left me alone
don't really want to hear your voice tonight, I know just what you'll say
something like you can't explain, something like you hope I'll be ok
well, rebirth isn't easy - it's a blood-soaked moaning mess
it's a snowy winter morning in a rain-drenched summer dress
and your apologies are empty cause you don't know what you've done
I've never lost like this before - I've always been the one to run

I guess you knew
I'd be happy in my way
I'll have my say
you got your freedom
and I weighed my chains
and threw them away
threw them away
I threw them away

I want to wake up now
I want to wake up now
I want to wake up now
I want to wake up now

I've been walking barefoor through this January city every afternoon
getting reacquainted with birds and boats and closing doors to empty rooms