The road tonight is cold with ice and no cars pass by.   Thank god for no phone call.   Just snow and a fire.   December endings and since you sent me things, I just feel further north.   This year took ten years to tell me that I'm alone again.   Everything here's about to break.   I'm one inch from all that I can take,   and it's beautiful and sad, but it's all that I have.   So tonight, let's stay inside.   I'll be the husband with a book for a bride.   Tonight, let's stay inside.   I could play guitar.   I've got so many songs that you never heard,   and they weren't about you.   I won't change a word just because you're gone.   The trees creak with arthritic arms.   Brittle in their powdered bark.   Blue moon light, I can't cry right, but I miss you tonight.   Everything here's about to break.   I'm one inch from more than I can take,   and it's beautiful and sad, but it's all that I have.   So tonight, I'll stay inside.   There are things that I'd like to try with you, but I stay inside.   Tonight, I'll stay inside.   I could play guitar.