Can We Live Through February?

I just reread an August Defying Gravity post in which I mentioned February's ability to send me into a downward spiral of depression. In honor of this, the bleakest, most depressing--but thankfully shortest--month of the year, I give you Dar Williams. May we all fare better in the coming 27 days.

February

I threw your keys in the water.
I looked back,
They'd frozen halfway down in the ice.
They froze up so quickly, the keys and their owners...
Even after the anger, it all turned silent, and
The everyday turned solitary.
So we came to February.

First we forgot where we'd planted those bulbs last year.
Then we forgot that we'd planted at all.
Then we forgot what plants are altogether,
And I blamed you for my freezing and forgetting and
The nights were long and cold and scary...
Can we live through February?

You know I think Christmas was a long red glare,
Shot up like a warning.
We gave presents without cards, and then the snow
And then the snow came.
We were always out shoveling.
And we'd drop to sleep exhausted,
Then we'd wake up and it's snowing.

And February was so long that it lasted into March
And found us walking a path alone together.
You stopped and pointed and you said, "That's a crocus."
And I said, "What's a crocus?"
And you said, "It's a flower."
I tried to remember, but I said, "What's a flower?"
You said, "I still love you."

The leaves were turning as we drove to the hardware store.
My new lover made me keys to the house.
And when we got home, well we just started chopping wood,
'Cause you never know how next year will be.
And we'll gather all our arms can carry.
I have lost to February.