january goes round to find me alone in this place where i ve been livin my real home lives down the river where she s makin circles with her tears and february blows even colder and i ll send my love downstream in words and verses in plastic boxes she s still unready to take them and they re bobbin underneath the bridges out to the ocean back back on the rocks and the rain came down back in december when you told me you were driftin the waters rose while my door swung closed on the circles that you lived in you got so caught up in the swirls and eddies you never saw where you were headin oh you were bobbin underneath the bridges out to the ocean and back back on the rocks spring is only round the corner as i m writing you this final letter i ll drop it in the cool green water at the bridge where we jumped in together and i hope it will be carried to you and i ll sleep on the rocks beside and i hope the words serve to remind you of someone you can leave behind someone you still hold inside someone who ll be waiting for you to take me from this burning bridge before i end up back back on the rocks