When the day begins to dress in the clothes
Hanging in the closet of the night
Down below the porch comes a lonesome voice
That makes you think of something or someone
When the dinner plates sing like bells
Calling out the hour on warm, soft smells
Down in the hollow, in a voice rasped out of key
To the rhythm of the creek he sings that lost melody
And you'll go to your window
Thought you heard someone you know
It's just a song being sung
By a January Crow
Take down that picture hanging on the wall
They ain't coming back, you know they'll never call
In the dead of night you'll lie wide awake
Thinking what you gave away but what you couldn't take
And you'll go to your window
Thought you heard something out in the snow
It's just a song being sung
By a January Crow
Tick-tock, tick-tock days go by so slow
Tick-tock, tick-tock life go by so fast
It's time everybody knows, just where your time goes
To the words in a song
By a January Crow