Track 4677/3Out Of Music

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He says, "I'm freaking cold," to mailman I asked, "How are ya?" It's L.A., yes, I know But no one's getting through unscathed December's been a better bear 'Bout all of my adult years So I, in all my wisdom Spin in circles, what a fool I talk to mom just once or twice On long drives when I've been alone I tell myself it's something But I cannot bring her back And my healing salve of choice Would be your love But now I'm missing you as well It's just like domino My fortune comes and fortune goes Every year, it comes around Gives me something new to frown about But I could always write a song To dig myself back out But I ran out of music There's nothing in my mind These things, they get better over time Genie stands relentless atop the press box In a blizzard in our hearts And keeps us coming back for Christmas every year A love that holds like glue And won't stop holding, never And even though you're gone Thank God we miss you, grandma The legend that you are Every year, it comes around Gives me something new to frown about But I could always write a song To dig myself back out But I ran out of music There is nothing in my mind These things, they get better Embrace it all, today's the day Embrace it all, today's the day And she told me once that I won't forget It's better now, but seems like maybe I'm an animal that needs To feel connected to some others And all I have but means I think Means it in the context of the love I had then Yeah, every year, it comes around Gives me something new to frown about And I could always write a song To dig myself back out But I ran out of music There is nothing in my mind These things, they get better (they get better) These things, they get better And with a faith I know is blind, I say These things, they get better over time