Two Arms

It's a week into December and I've still got Miss November Hanging on the door to my room The sun comes through the window, fades the innuendo I've ended every day with an X in an empty box Two arms on the wall pass the day They walk time in circles till' time escapes Once each hour they'll meet in the same place They're just like old friends when their hands shake Well I look into my desktop and I see that rolling hilltop Beyond those rolling hills I long to roam Through all his pictures, his plans for this winter When I see him next I won't let on all I know Two arms on the wall, pass the day They walk time in circles till' time escapes Once each hour they'll meet in the same place They're just like old friends when their hands shake