Man Climbs Out of the Winter

I number the years
I wallow in water
I number the hours
I wait in the sun
I number the roads
I tread in silence
And all of these numbers
Will blend into one
I number the flowers
At the foot of the mountain
I number the mountains
I never did climb
I number the days
I get up in the morning
All of these numbers
Are numbers of mine
You climb inside your favorite record
I climb inside your favorite dress
I love to watch you walk around the room
You like to watch me sit around
And bitch
But the sun's burnin' up our window
Beggin' us to to come outside
Maybe tonight
I don't know
But maybe tonight
Oooohhhh