I think it was in the basement that I saw you let up Our naive eyes wanderin’ like four unbalanced suns Our New Year’s was shared ten days in When the light came on without rhyme or reason I had never believed in such childish things But my contentment was filled in our slumbering sleep When the light came on like a dream
I could plow the snow, but I’d like to stay With all these innocent pursuits, I have much more to say I’ve heard longing can turn into a creature of fear Till you’re talking to yourself in some truck-stop mirror
The letters have been sent and we’ll continue to write Sincerely and always, we have plenty of time I’m somewhere in the Southwest helping brothers cut mesquite But I’ve heard things often blossom come spring So when March hangs its coat, I will see you through Till then I’ll be thinkin’ of your basement, I’ll be thinkin’ of you