Throwing out the Mail

Throwing out the mail cause the winter's calling

I make plans to see you but there's always something

Phone's never ringing

But my diary is empty

My suspicion's in my hand

And I feel lady justice has her hands in the muckTeaching more than I have been taught

And it's getting heavy

But I won't give upTimes like this I'm a little watchful

A little more pronounced

She propositions and I sway

I sway my hands

Every thought directs the show