Traveling Salesman’s Young Wife Home Alone On Christmas In Montpelier, VT
Here comes the frost that freezes every year Shuttered windows hang the advent calendar What are you doing on your own this frozen year I know you're changing like the trees in Montpelier
You took the job that put you on the road For days and weeks in motels, sleepy TV glow With static filtering through payphones in the snow It drowns you at home by Christmases and love-you-so's
And all our promises come so easy They fill the distances til our next meeting But you're always off the phone long before I'd prefer to be
Down northern weeks she gets some money saved I felt the kicking groan that pinned me every day I will look fat and happy when you get home you will say But I didn't mean to future stay
But all our promises come so freely When all I really want is you close to me But you were already out the door by the time it occurred to me