Long Johns

I'm sorry, darlin', that we ain't had much to eat

Wrapped up in your blankets while I'm singing you to sleep

In my jacket and my long johns cos we can't afford the heat

I can see my breath and I can barely feel my feet

I worked out there all day in this minus 10 degrees

And I ain't got much to show for it, 'cept a creepin' misery

And a closet full of empty bottles, cigarettes, and weed

That I use to numb the memories of all these broken dreams

They say a loving heart will break with certainty

Well I'm in a million pieces and I'm breaking certainly