Maybe in April we'll go back again
Back to Lone Tree, back to waiting
Back to sighing, back to patience
and I don't know if I'll be ready then
Winter hanging on the cottonwood
Longer than we thought it would
Maybe you won't be on the floor again
With the world dimming around you
It was months before I found you
And I don't know if you'll be ready then
Almost three years in a daydream
And we've only started waking
Picking up old habits
Vases in the cabinet
Digging up old sadness
And we're going back in
It's coming up
We're starting over
It's coming up
We're starting over
It's coming up
We're starting over
It's coming up
We're starting over
It's coming up
We're starting over
It's coming up
We're starting over again
Picking up old habits
Vases in the cabinet
Digging up old sadness
And we're going back in
Maybe in April we'll go back again
Winter hanging on the cottonwood
Longer than we thought it would
