original lyrics / first draft

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It’s time to pull your winter clothes up from the basement.
Time to get a refill on your medication.
Go outside even less than normally.
Try to hide even more. be. cause. you. see. it’s. get. ting.

Getting cold. Outside.
Getting cold. Inside.
Getting old. This life goes in circles.

Oh, in circles. Don’t we try to draw circles ‘round our lives and our friends.
And the people. Oh the people we let. And the people we push out.
Such a steep learning curve. How we work hard to earn.
Our own spots. In their circles.
Then take our turn drawing circles of our own.

Circles of our own. Inside.
Circles of our own. Outside.
Til we’re old. We die.
They lay us flat.
Like a line.

Today. I was late.
For my job. ‘Cause there was frost on.
My windscreen. And I was lazy.
Too lazy to clean. Too lazy to clean it off.
So I waited. Oh I waited.
I just waited. For the sun.
To do my job.

I make websites all day long.
Except in winter. When I realize.
Every winter. When I re-become acquainted.
With the fact that. I make websites.
I make websites. All the year long.
Another year gone.

It’s not the pavement.
Or the poor management.
Though they both throw me under the bus.
There’s just too much. Snow and frost.
For me to clear it all. On my own.
So I just go on. With my job.
Making buttons and blogs.
And just wait for. Oh just wait for.
And just wait for. The sun. Again.