How can a world be crushed while another goes on?
How can good old friends pass away too young?
How can one door open as another stays close?
How can good get beat when it felt so close?
And I don't know how to feel about the winter
But I'm told it gets warm after December
There's a reason for everything, so I've been told
That the Lord's got a plan even when it gets cold
Through this tear-stained face it's hard to see
How the good God above is tryin' to use me
And I don't know how to feel about the winter
But I get told it gets warm after December
And I'm not sure if I trust what I remember
When I'm sitting here alone, freezing in November
I'm still sitting here alone, freezing in November