Winston Was Here

winston walks alone
and it was yesterday he left
it used to be his home

winston knows himself
he's ripped out all the pages
from old books on his shelf

and as the sun comes up to steal the moon
it brings him back to you

winston never dreams
because his eyes are never closed
life's too short to sleep

winston once knew love
she left him just yesterday
but he's thankful for today

and as the sun comes up to steal the moon
he's one day further from you