I can wait 'til I'm older
or I can lie awake until dawn
It's all a state of mind in which I confide
That I'm good enough right here
Under solemn winter skies
So, I'm filling holes
I'm thinking that it's never-ending
Serving bitter souls
Oh no, I'm filling holes
I'm thinking that's it's entertaining
There's a grin to quell the cold
I can't say if I'm saving
or if I'm cursing these hangers on
It don't matter what I think when the day is high
I remember what's it's like
Harbouring bread to survive