To a Poet

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

And you said don't give me nothin'

You don't wanna lose

I said, darlin', I'll give you everything I got

If I want them to choose

Then I got on a plane and flew

Far away from you

Though unwillingly I left

And it was so, so hard to do

The streets here at home

Had rapidly filled up with the whitest of snow

And they don't make no excuse for themselves

And there's no need, I know

Now I miss you more than I can take and I will surely break

And every mornin' that I wake, God, it's the same

But there's nothin' more to it, I just get through it

Ah, there's nothin' more to it, I just get through it

It always takes me by surprise

How dark it gets this time of year

And how apparent it all becomes

That you're not close, not even near

No matter how many times I tell myself

I have to be sincere

I have a hard time standin' up

And facin' those fears

But Frank put it best when he said

"You can't plan on the heart"

Those words keep me on my feet

When I think I might just fall apart

Now I miss you more than I can take, and I will surely break

And every mornin' that I wake, God, it's the same

But there's nothin' more to it, I just get through it

Ah, there's nothin' more to it, I just get through it

Ah, there's nothin' more to it, I just get through it

And so I ask, where are you now just when I needed you?

I won't ask again because I know there's nothin' we can do

Not now, darlin', you know it's true

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh