How can a world be crushed while another goes on? How can good old firends pass away too young? How can one door open as another stays close? How can good get beat when it felt so close?
I don't know how to feel about the winter 'Cause I'm told it gets warm after December
There's a reason for everything, so I've been told That the Lord's got a plan even when it gets cold Through this tear-stained face it's hard to see How the good got above, is trying use me
I don't know how to feel about the winter 'Cause I'm told it gets warm after December I'm not sure if I trust what I remember Sitting here alone, freezing in November Sitting here alone, freezing in November
