It's like your mother warned you
When she said you had to
Bundle up to go outside
Because the wind is biting
And the driveway's frozen
All the snow gets in your eyes
But somewhere
A fire's burning brightly
But not inside
Sometimes that feeling creeps up
Just how the morning finds you
Or maybe how you slept last night
It's like a season premiere
Or more like your greatest fear
Or something lurking close behind
Remember
Where your friends would hang out nightly
And what it was like
It's a shame that
You won't live forever, probably
Or through the night
It's like your mother warned you
After church on Sunday
Don't let that old devil inside
But there's no concept to think
Like god, or state, or coutry
They're things that no one can define
No one can define