In the coldest time of year,
the strangest gift has found me here
where boarding houses used to be
now these torn shades are all I see
From a window up above,
I hear old voices begin cascading,
then stop awhile and then
the medicine is already fading.
If not for you I knew I'd go
to the harbor down below.
For all my friends I'll always miss,
don't have time for one more kiss.
All along the road
the trees and the wind
seem to be weaving,
and up the avenue
the morning is already leaving.
It's time I quit and it did the same.
gone from the terrace down to St. James,
to take a look at what I've known
did not know how to tell you so.
To all my friends I'll always miss,
don't have time for one more kiss.