Knowing you makes all the difference   Don't it darling   Knowing all your if's and why's   Your when's and how's      December comes in as a short procession   A little punctured, a little heartbroken   But not forever and not for long      In New York, the vagabonds have fled   To your dusty wings   The play bill tramps are    Starving for a little warmth      It seems I've help my arms like this for ages   But I am done waiting, I am lowering them down   Like a white flag, like a sail      It's Clementine season, my peach, my little   You are gone, but now I like all my parts      It's funny how when we're whole, we feel hollow   It's funny, I like me best with a broken heart      So, when winter started to thaw   You may be tempted to come around   And it's likely to be too late      La la la...