Traveling Salesman’s Young Wife Home Alone on Christmas in Montpelier, VT

Here comes the frost that freezes every year
Shutter windows hang the Advent calendar
What are you doing on your own with frozen ears
I know we're changing like the trees in Montpelier

You took a job that put you on the road
For days & weeks in motels' sleepy TV glow
With static filtering through pay phones in the snow
It drowns your home by Christmases & love you sos

& all our promises come so easy
They fill distances til our next meeting
But you're always off the phone
Long before I'd prefer to be

& I know that we should get some money saved
I've felt the kicking growing in me every day
Oh we'll live fat & happy when you get home you will say
But I'd eat beans if you'd just stay

& all our promises are so fleeting
When all I really want is you close to me
But you were already out the door
By the time that occurred to me