It’s the end of March
Cold bites my skin in the morning
Sun hides until the afternoon
I don’t care if it’s snowing
I don’t care if it’s raining in my city
The night is gone before I ever get to sleep
No one’s gonna tell me anything
I want to be closer to you
But I just stare through the window panes
Watch the rain, count flakes of snow
Sitting still in a big, blue world
Where I’m the first that’s last to know