The Birds of Late December

Still I can hear the birds of late December
Calling their friends outside in the snow
As mother and father had their talk
Still undecided who would walk

I sat on the stairs trying not to listen
No one aware what was really going on
Still in the snow they kept their rounds
Cars in the distance leaving town

Before the split our family took vacation
Grandparents lived on the furthest rock on Earth
It was like heaven to me then
I envy the gas attending man

For he didn't know anything about me
That I had to leave on the next one flying home
Feeling the same thing differently
Gave me a certain sense of peace

Then we were two islands in the distance
Shuffle between two realities
How can they ever understand?
As for myself I barely can

And on that day we summoned Aphrodite
And on that day I had my first heartbreak
Drawing a new line in the sand
Only the way that children can (yeah)

Still I can hear the birds of late December
Calling their friends outside in the snow
No, they will never think of me
And this I can rest on thankfully