Come over to my house.
I won’t bring up the past.
Come up to my house.
The days are sinking fast.
And I’m not ready to go.
Woke up in the snow,
beneath the pretty birds.
I have a little secret
that you haven’t heard:
I’m not ready to go.
Take me to your place.
We don’t even have to stay.
You can take me to the pond
where the greedy catfish play.
Then I’ll be ready to go.
Help me out of bed.
Help me out one time.
Hold my aching head.
Send me down the line.
Then I’ll be ready to go.