I think it was in the basement that I saw you let up
Our naive eyes wanderin' like four unbalanced suns
Our New Year's was shared ten days in
When the light came on without rhyme or reason
I had never believed in such childish things
But my contentment was filled in our slumbering sleep
When the light came on like a dream

I could plow the snow, but I'd like to stay
With all these innocent pursuits, I have much more to say
I've heard longing can turn into a creature of fear
Till you're talking to yourself in some truck-stop mirror

The letters have been sent and we'll continue to write
Sincerely and always, we have plenty of time
I'm somewhere in the Southwest helping brothers cut mesquite
But I've heard things often blossom come spring
So when March hangs its coat, I will see you through
Till then I'll be thinkin' of your basement, I'll be thinkin' of you