It's always January in my head
When the first resolutions are ripped to shreds
The party tents have been demolished,
The last drop of alcohol is spent
It's always January in my head
One hand in the pocket of a black coat
Fast paced life under a dark sky
Eyes on a lit up telephone
Not wondering why
We rush home when work is done
There's this lone kid in the field
He kicked his football in a tree
Where it haunts like a bird
He walked away, never looked back
I see his breath as he passes me
Scrolling and strolling in the rain
Sizzling of tires on wet roads
The light of a store catches my attention
It tells me all is well, just keep spending
How do you hoard without a home?
So it's always January in my head
When the forest looks bleak and dead
The birds flew away, yesterday
I can see their empty nests
It's always January in my head