on new year s eve last december i was out on tour playing a show at the fire in philadelphia while you were all alone at home the only body occupying our lonely apartment i watched the tv through the window from outside the bar and counted down the seconds to the new year with you over the phone but i couldn t kiss you at midnight i couldn t hold you in my arms the sound of your voice was weighted like the way a branch heavy with snow bows down before it breaks is this still worth putting our lives on hold for 