Next Season

You will sleep through the snow
 Wake to find everyone has left for home
 And hopped a plane, flew down south
 Hope to find someone there to call your own
 When you arrive stay off your mind
 Until you find the truth
 Wait at a dock
 Pull on the dock
 Until you have pulled it down
 I am lonesome
 But not for you
 Make your own bread
 Feed me too
 The hills I long for
 Are in bloom
 And I am lonesome
 But not for you, you
 You used your friend
 For all their worth
 Cut them off
 But everyone would follow you
 And now you're left
 In your room
 Pray to god
 That everyone would follow you
 Out on your own
 Shouldn't have called
 No one or no body to belong
 I can see it my eyes
 I took our lives
 And waited for you to run
 And I am lonesome
 But not for you
 Make your own bread
 Feed me too
 The hills I long for
 Are in bloom
 And I am lonesome
 But not for you
 I'm not where I want to be
 I have given up on you
 Now I'm on my way again
 But I'll stay here for the night
 Killing time until the next season
 And I am lonesome
 But not for you
 Make your own bread
 Feed me too
 The hills I long for
 Are in bloom
 And I am lonesome
 But not for you