A Losing Season

So, you’re leaving here for sure
Going where they where jackets there much more.
You know the seasons ain’t the same
I recall the one that you came.
Count the times I’ll be wrong tonight,
Lets be honest, I won’t even try.
You know just what to expect,
Endless days, cold and wet.
Well, no one knows each other there,
They walk on by, they walk on by, they just don’t care.
Grasp the shoulder cardinal by the throat,
Burn the letters you never wrote,
Anywhere you hang your head ain’t your home.
Nothing here to eat, but our own.
I don’t have time for problems like there.
I’d get off your back if you got off your knees.