With shaky nerves, I grab the phone.
It's cold and snowy here alone.
I fight the shivers, walk in place.
Thinking only of your face.
The number dialed, a distant ring.
Your smiling voice, the only warming thing.
I ask if we can work it out.
You say no, it's over now.
You'll see him soon, you leave tomorrow.
In your voice I hear no sorrow.
Two great years gone, what will I do?
There's just no focus without you.
If it wasn't this time of year,
And my family wasn't here,
I'd end it now to kill this pain.
And you'd still board that plane.