It's late December, the New Year's never coming   Time passes slowly in a two room walk up flat   The sun is silent, there's a cold rain gonna come on   No one to talk to but my lady's yellow cat      Rain drops falling on the flowers in the window box   Plastic roses that I planted yesterday   I didn't think they'd die so soon but they're all withered now   Seems like everything I touch turns out that way      Well, I guess I just go walking   The cat's no good for talkin' to   He don't know what I'm saying   And the rain is always playing   On my mind, on my mind      Street lights drifting through the blinds that cover window panes   Blending softly with the bare lights over head   Then together they run swiftly through my memory   And eerie image of a strange and empty bed      Wind is whipping up the papers in the streets below   Got some books to read but it seems they've all been read   Clouds are crowded in a misty drifting sky above   And I wish to hell, I could remember what I said      A crystal wine glass on a table filled with scarlet stains   Stands alone and empty where there once was two   The jug is silent on the table with my broken dreams   The wine is gone, my lady and so my love are you