Louden Swain - January

You walk around for days
Deep inside your haze
You catch an of of Broadway play
A matinee

You lick the sugar
For the cane
Kiss the hippie, for his face
Feel the breeze rush through your nose
And right into your heart

Lost my jacket, January
Hold on to the cold
And let it ride
If your blood's not up
The you ain't dancin'
Standin' only works
When you're in line

Stop to ice my shoe
With glue
The string snapped long ago
With the radio
Where I listen to the sound of a million people
Swingin' to the beat of their own egos
Sticking to the plan that they learned in the steeple
Where God is good and sin is evil

Lost my jacket, January
Hold on to the cold
And let it ride
If your blood's not up
Then you ain't dancin'
Standin' only works
When you're in line

Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your, clap your hands

Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your, clap your hands

Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands

Grab the van
Grab the van
Grab the van
Grab the van

Trust your man
Trust your man
Trust your man
Trust your man

There's a
There's a plan

Lost my jacket, January
Hold on to the cold
And let it ride
If your blood's not up
The you ain't dancin'
Standin' only works
When you're in line

Lost my jacket, January
Lost my jacket, January
Lost my jacket, January
Lost my jacket, January