Testo Thanksgiving

The last time that I held you was The gate at JFK I could not break the undertow It would not let me stay For you this is Thanksgiving For me a working day And I will lie awake tonight And dream my life away The letters that you send here You don't know what they bring I only have to see your hand My senses wing Today may be Thanksgiving For me no bells will ring And I miss you more than I thought I Could miss any living thing And through each November as I feel the summer die I pull my coat around me hard And will myself to fly But there is no Thanksgiving I know the winter's here I'll lock the door and build a fire And burn another year