God bless the daylight
The sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town
When every Thursday
I'd brave those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes
And we'd learn how our bodies worked

Goddamn the black night
With all its foul temptations
I've become what I always hated
When I was with you there
We looked like giants
In the back of my gray sub-compact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside

And together there
In the shroud of frost
The mountain air began to pass
Through every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer
Than anyone would ever get

Do you remember the JAMC?
And reading aloud from magazines?
I don't know about you
But I'd swear on my name
They could smell it on me
And I've never been too good with secrets
(No . . .)

All together there
In a shroud of frost
The mountain air began to pass
Through every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer