Knowing you makes all the difference Don't it darling Knowing all your if's and why's Your when's and how's December comes in as a short procession A little punctured, a little heartbroken But not forever and not for long In New York, the vagabonds have fled To your dusty wings The play bill tramps are Starving for a little warmth It seems I’ve help my arms like this for ages But I am done waiting, I am lowering them down Like a white flag, like a sail It's Clementine season, my peach, my little You are gone, but now I like all my parts It's funny how when we're whole, we feel hollow It's funny, I like me best with a broken heart So, when winter started to thaw You may be tempted to come around And it's likely to be too late La la la...