Residential Weather - Elsinore

On the coldest winter night

The neighborhood ignites

The chimneys and porch lights

All those signs of life

The neighbors come and go

The ones I like and the ones I don’t know

Turn off the phone

Sometimes I just don’t want to know

That the wheels are turning, fires burning

Thinking about how other people live

Cars pass by and I think you’re home

I get myself together

You’ve been feeling the winter swell

Adjusting to the weather

I walk around at night

The tops of heads and the bedroom lights

Hitchcock moments

The definition is so high

I put a fence in my yard to keep things in and out

Shadows from the passing headlights

Flickering inside from the television

Cars pass by and I think you’re home

I get myself together

I’ve been fleeting and catching hell

Adjusting to the weather

The cold outside is too much for me

Inside my house is where I can breathe

And there’s nothing ever on TV

Just the air outside