Winter has begun in old Duluth
And it's gonna be here for half a year
The roofs are covered in gingerbread frosting
White knuckled driving on the roads is exhausting
The hills seem steeper than ever
Some roads have to be blocked off
Like the infamous North Lake Avenue
Don't even attempt it, you'll be mad if you do
I’m gonna live this winter like I’ve done before
Holed up inside the closet of my apartment
To record some tunes that I’m excited to share
Songs of happiness, longing, joy, and despair
