Tom McRae Best Winter
It’s the best winter I remember,
it’s the best winter I remember.
Chasing through the cold December nights,
one foot on the sidewalk, one foot in the sky.
Slide in through the doors of a darkened church,
cold heart beating like a hummingbird.
It’s the best winter I remember,
it’s the best winter I remember.
Singing with no shame in this broken choir,
songs to save you from the fire,
home before the liquor and echoes fade,
sleeping in the shadow of the Empire State.
It’s the best winter I remember,
it’s the best winter I remember.
It’s the best winter I remember,
it’s the best winter I remember.
