January

You walk around for days, deep inside your haze
You catch an off-off-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, then you ain't dancin'
Standing 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
Stickin' 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'
Standing 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, 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, there's a plan

Lost my jacket, January
Hold on to my cold and let it ride
If your blood's not up, then you ain't dancin'
Standing only works when you're in line

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