i move my bones
and feel the wind
i miss my home

the tree-lined world
the sallyfied phone
the trigger tightens
the body prone

i put on my winter gloves

eyes blind by blinking
i'm glad just thinking
in the trench to-night

but you see my hands
aren't made for guns
they're for winter gloves
and blocking the sun

with one winter glove on my left hand
and one winter glove on my right hand
off I walk into the night
the fallen snow is mostly white

i once had some friends
their names were matthew
mark, luke, and john

the soldiers died
one by one
there's no more dancing
no more fun

and with one winter glove on my left hand
and one winter glove on my right hand
off I walk into the night
the fallen snow is mostly white