I've been a bad case   well, I am an intensive out-patient   Without scripts without pills   November was so cold coming down      And I, well I'm all alone   watching the snow fall on the pines   And the smell, the smell of the stoves   burning wood makes me miss better times      And I'm reading The Overcoat again   and I feel just like a clerk   Maybe better but more likely it's worse   nothing seems to work.      Semi's from the mill   are rolling by with freshly cut pine   They don't stop for black ice   leaving the lights in this mill town behind      And it's New Years Eve   and there's nothing to do and there's no where to go   So i get a pass from my counsellor   to go walk in the snow      Maybe I'm going in circles again   but it's hard to say   cause my tracks keep on filling up with snow    and they fade away