Wintering

Lyrics for Wintering

Yeah, it's just like, it's just start It's just, it's just come straight in, just be like She walks down the stairs, feeling herself Looking like she just won a court case He's got a funny way of using the same four chords for every song he makes Yeah, he's called Bill and he plays with words Like a skill, yeah, he's pretty great He said his official friend died 'cause of a fish he ate Yeah, she's called Hannah and she plays the Joanna Grade eight, but she's got no soul John's obsessed with fat ass and he's ten years old Oh, Dad's an "Otis Reading at a wedding" type guy With the best voice you've ever heard He said, "Give me a date I can work on, my heart hurts" I get home on the 23rd Yeah, drive up on the 23rd And I bumped into Judy in the co-op She asked how the family's been I said, "Alex is a sculptor and Olivia's been a vegan since ten" Well, Vin wears dresses while Debbie coalesces In a fleece that doesn't work And I'll be giving my chair to my mum 'cause her back hurts I get home on the 23rd Yeah, drive up on the 23rd (yeah, yeah) Now mum's not a fan of that line about her back She said it makes her sound frumpy and old I said, "Woman, you are sixty-four years old" Now stop the percussion, I wanna have a discussion And it's Christmas so this is gonna be a nightmare I just came for the stuffing, not to argue about nothing But mark my words, I'll be home on the 23rd Yeah, drive up on the 23rd Oh, come home on the 23rd Yeah Ooh