it's a winter day again.
And it seems like it might last for ages.
I've been watching it for a while,
and the whole thing seems to pass out in stages.
I spent a long winter night
walking in the cold light of the moon.
I spent another winter morning waiting on June.
In the morning freezing grass and icy creeks
are so cold you can taste it.
But then the sun comes through the trees
and being lonely just seems like to waste it.
The minutes move so fast and slow,
like "a ring of fire" on the radio
while an old man is taking soup from a spoon.
if its a January morning and I'm waiting on June.
Well it was 1993
and I had myself a whole world to figure out
with a girlfriend on my knee
though she was nothing in the world to write home about.
Just a sad country pleasure
that was nothing you could measure past the noon.
it leaves a sour taste in your mouth if your waiting on June.
Lonely hearts are old and new
But its so hard to try any harder
and wait for one made out of two
just like the voice of Mr. Cash and Miss Carter.
And then a walk in the park or the stars after dark
are going to knock me from here to Picayune,
If it's a January morning, and I'm waiting on June.