Story Behind The Song

Singer, looking back on a care-free Summer, approaches Winter season and longs for someone to hold and share the cold nights with. Dreams and "call-of-the wild" lead the boy seek out his love. Singer resolves to find a girl with whom to share memories with.

Song Description

Light-hearted, cheery, acoustic song about the coming of winter and a boy's longing to find a girl someone as the days get colder. (Christmas and The Nutcracker references.)

Lyrics

Now that summer ran away with all the fancy free,
I think how much more unfortunate could one boy be
though July's perfume still lingers on my shoulder.

And in dreams I talk about the way life usually goes
being trapped inside a box without a door or windows.
The call of the wild inside is getting bolder.

Something starts to call me at the time leaves start turning.
Chilly thoughts keep creeping in to set my gears a turning

I know Winter's coming, mama, nights are getting cold
come December I'll be craving August heat
So at this time it is my sole desire to have her here to hold.
I can't remember one September quite so sweet.

There was a time when I was a boy
when all that I wanted for Christmas was a brand new toy.
There are times like these I wish that I were younger.

Because lately I find that I'm in a bind,
Some other sugar plum fairy story weighing on my mind--
No-- the sweetest dream won't satisfy my hunger.

something starts to call me at the time leaves start burning,
chilly butterflies--how they flutter by and keep my stomach churning

I know Winter's coming, mama, nights are getting cold
come December I'll be craving August heat
So at this time it is my sole desire to have her here to hold.
I can't remember one September quite so sweet.

I know that I'm walking on the right side of the road
cars are flying days go by and I still breathe
And I'm finding that my soul is wired to rise up with the bold;
to start embracing hearts worth making memories.

I know Winter's coming, mama, nights are getting cold
come December I'll be craving August heat
So at this time it is my sole desire to have her here to hold.
I can't remember one September quite so sweet.