Andy never had a father
Who was anywhere nearby
And when he was and Andy asked him things
He couldn't get him to reply

So Andy taught himself the things
That thought he might ought to know
And when he talks about the winter time
He says, "I understand the snow"

Andy left his small hometown
He went to college and he majored in art history
Now he lives in a canvas world
As a docent in a gallery

Andy speaks aesthetically
He can quantify the beautiful
But he can hardly feel inside
So he just does what's dutiful

July's tendency's to freeze
Whenever she's confronted
She's borne so many losses
That her senses have been blunted

She learned about death and dying
When she was only six years old
Since then every one she meets
Seems a little cold

She's tried to change herself
By being a good lover
But every time she finds someone good
He leaves her cause he says she smothers

She lost count a year ago
When she was living in West Virginia
The last one never even told her it was over, in fact
As he left, he said
"I got a ring I'm gonna send ya"

And I used to bathe in tears at night
Cause I felt like I was on my own
I used to think I would never be
Completely known

I used to hold on tightly
To the sorrows that I owned
But they were all I knew
They had run me through
And they had left me
All alone

I used to pray every day
That God would mend what's torn
Now I see the only way is to die
To die
Aand be reborn
I have finally found a way to live
In the presence of the Lord