February comes along again
Now we are rust-colored stones
(Hmmm)
And I traded all my thoughts in
For an hour of sleep in the snow
And I dreamed up this old midwestern sky
That follows me all the days
And I dreamed up this dust storm too
So surely move
Oh, better move
My dancing feet along
(Hmmm)
February we march with frozen hands and bones to the doors
And stomp our fate in the doorways, cafes, and houses and churches
Today I saw two blue flowers and thought of you
And oh, it made me move
My dancing shoes
My dancing shoes
My dance feet along
When will they ever fall?
I don't know
No, I don't know
And when will they ever fall?
I don't know
(Hmmm)