up in the black hills well i am an intensive out patient without scripts without pills november was so cold coming down and i well i m all alone watching the snow fall on the pines and the smell the smell of the stoves burning wood makes me miss better times and i m reading the overcoat again and i feel just like a clerk maybe better but more likely it s worse nothing seems to work semi s from the mill are rolling by with freshly cut pine they don t stop for black ice leaving the lights in this mill town behind and it s new years eve and there s nothing to do and there s no where to go so i get a pass from my counselor to go walk in the snow maybe i m going in circles again but it s hard to say cause my tracks keep on filling up with snow and they fade away