The sidewalk's all but covered with crinkly maple leaves
Late December, mild weather, 58 degrees
And no clouds of condensation linger when you breathe
But at least now you can finally pull out those long sleeves

And honestly, is it so bad?
Tell me you're not glad it isn't freezing
And you could probably feel equally sad
In any other season

The best revenge, they say, is simply living well
Your vindictive nature guarantees that you'll excel
Jettison the dross, please toss this lumber overboard
Don your bucket hat, weigh anchor, find a friendly shore

And just leave me to fend for myself
It's cool, my shit is hot and I've got prospects
And I don't foresee needing your help
On any future projects

Now I am certainly no magician
I'm hardly even a musician
But if it will make you listen
I'll pull a quarter out from behind your ear
I'll make the statue of liberty disappear
And turn this water into beer
Until you hear me loud and clear

The lonely island on which I have built my home
Means a constant nonexistent signal on my phone
Looking back, could you have been a trick of light and shade?
A washed-out moonlight rainbow cast across a snowy glade?

Still, you come through so clear at night
And if this ever stops I might be stronger
As it is there's no end in sight
Though the days are getting longer