In December, drinking horchata   I'd look psychotic in a balaclava   Winter's cold is too much to handle   Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals      In December, drinking horchata   Look down your glasses at that aranciata   With lips and teeth to ask how my day went   Boots and fists to pound on the pavement      Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten   Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on      You'd remember drinking horchata   You'd still enjoy it with your foot on masada      Winter's cold is too much to handle   Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals      Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten   Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on   Oh you had it but oh no you lost it   Looking back you shouldn't have fought it      In December, drinking horchata   I'd look psychotic in a balaclava      But winter's cold is too much to handle   Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals   Years go by and hearts start to harden   Those palms and firs that grew in your garden   Are falling down and nearing the rosebeds   The roots are shooting up through the tool shed   Those lips and teeth that asked how my day went   Are shouting up through cracks in the pavement      Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten   Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on   Oh you had it but oh no you lost it   You understood so you shouldn't have fought it.