Music was wailing, the room barely litnWith dart players playing hardly knowing what they hitnAnd no one was listening to what anyone saidnWe would wait for the snow to melt so we could get back to bednWe walked through the streets and these months they’re barenThe people don’t use them; though they know they’re therenBut isn’t it wasted this half year waiting for spring?nIf we can get through the winter we’ll survive anythingnAnd I know very well the way you feel when December ends nWe know there were warmer days, but cannot remember whennLet’s get our money out of here, we’ll settle down somewherenAnd if we someday yearn for a cold return we’ll get our money out of therenWe got through the storms and through the blistering hailnOur hearts were broken and our careers had failednWe barely had money and the cold made us illnBut we got through winter and we’re breathing stilln n