February comes along again

Now we are rust-colored stones

(Hmmm)

And I traded all my thoughts in

For an hour of sleep in the snow

And I dreamed up this old midwestern sky

That follows me all the days

And I dreamed up this dust storm too
So surely move
Oh, better move

My dancing feet along

(Hmmm)

February we march with frozen hands and bones to the doors

And stomp our fate in the doorways, cafes, and houses and churches

Today I saw two blue flowers and thought of you

And oh, it made me move

My dancing shoes

My dancing shoes

My dance feet along

When will they ever fall?

I don't know
No, I don't know

And when will they ever fall?

I don't know

(Hmmm)