I think it was in the basement that I saw you let up
Our naïve eyes wandering like four unbalanced suns
Our New Years was shared ten days in, when the light came on without rhyme or reason
I'd never believed in such childish thinks
But my contentment was filled in our slumbering sleep
When the light came on like a dream
I could plow the snow, but I'd like to stay
With all these innocent pursuits, I have much more to say
I've heard longing can turn into a creature of fear
'Til you're talking to yourself in some truck stop mirror
The letters have been sent, and we'll continue to write
Sincerely and always, we have plenty of time
I'm somewhere in the Southwest helping brothers cut Mesquite
But I've heard things often blossom come spring
So when March hangs its coat, I will see you through
'Til then I'll be thinking of your basement, I'll be thinking of you