Good Winter from Winter by Kurt Gunn

There is a time deep inside December
When I'm counting down the shortest days
The sun is sneaking off into it's splendor
And my hearts here just crashing like a wave

So Monday comes and takes me on to Friday
The weekend comes and sends me back again
And nothing changes here besides the weather
I still want the things I wanted then

I just can't seem to get myself together
These wonder whys, I guess they never end
The list of things I can't quite surrender to
Are the maybes, ifs, the hows, and could've beens

Of all the things I've carried to the distance
And somehow found my way back around
There was a time when I could find more patience
For the life of me I can't remember how

I just can't seem to get myself together
These wonder whys, I guess they never end
The list of things I can't quite surrender to
Are the maybes, ifs, the hows, and could've beens
The maybes, ifs, the hows, and could've beens
Those maybes, ifs, those hows, and could've beens

• Americana
• Folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• De Pere