If you’re freezing on your left sidenAnd you’re boiling on your right sidenThen I guess you might be warm upon the linenThere are many ways one can divide a lifenAnd I’ve got minennI was flying home and InSaw the sunset from the skynI saw the dark come spooning down upon the landnAnd I thought about the distance we all covernAnd it made me sadnnAnd as the old year took a bownAnd joined the setting sunnIt comes around againnLike a refrainnAnd we all sing alongnAnd think of things we should’ve donenTill one year when the new year never camennLittle comfort, little comfortnI’m afraid you’re not enoughnI’ve had some learning both unwelcome and unkindnAnd it seems there’s but one story toldnAnd then re-worked all throughout timennAre you a good one or a cruel onenIt is just the laws that make us badnWhat can we do to measure where we standnWell I judge myself by what I give to someone elsenSo I’ll know where I amnnDon’t let that sense of urgency betray you in the darknThe rustle of a curtain’s not a signnDon’t frame this picture nownAs some kind of closing remarknAnd most of all stay warm upon the linenMost of all stay warm upon the linenIt’s best if you stay warm upon the linen