[Verse 1]
The insects of summer
Sing a song of sleeping
In the darkness of evening
Is slowly growing deeper
And I like the way that you look
In the cold bitter air of autumn
And though I wish you'd forget me
I'll think of you often

[Chorus]
In December
I'll leave black stains in the wood
In December
Where my cast-iron bed once stood
And the radio's playing a song
And it fills up the cold empty air
But the chords are all coming out wrong
And the music's too lonely to bear
Thank God you won't be there

[Verse 2]
When I woke up this morning
Therе was a chill in the wind
And the clouds rolled in likе a warning
I tried to keep it from getting under my skin
And there's a sign in your yard
And it says that you're going away
I try not to take it too hard for now
But I know there'll be hell to pay
[Chorus]
In December
The shadows will swallow the town
In December
They'll pass over all of the houses
And I'll still be sleeping
When the shadows climb up the stairs
And the sadness will silently creep in
And follow me everywhere
Thank God you won't be there

[Verse 3]
Now there's a warmth in your voice
That I haven't heard in a while
I'm happy to see you look so well these days
I'm glad to see you smiling
So go
Where the weather is fair
Wherever you go
I'm sure that you'll be much happier there

[Verse 4]
'Cause don't we know well
That misery loves company?
So I guess it's just as well
That you stay the hell away from me
'Cause the winters of my heart they just go on and on
And the days are so dark and the nights are so long
And I know it sounds wrong and I know it sounds bad
But I'm glad
You'll be gone