Ian Cuthbertson - Almost December Lyrics

What if I wrote a song and couldn't sing it?
It'd be like talking to you with no feelings
And what if I had my cake but couldn't eat it?
That's what I'm doing now can't you see it?

What if I wrote a letter and never sent it?
Be like beggin' to the Lord with no repentance
What if I rinsed the dish but didn't clean it?
Be like a wishing on a star but never seein' it

And what if the clouds held back their rain
Be like a track without a train
Or joy without the pain
And it's driving me insane

Sometimes you're given gifts you shouldn't be given
Like being alive but never living
Sometimes the weather don't change with the seasons
I been coming up with rhymes with no reasons

And it's almost December
Weather still ain't changed
Is it man made or God ordained?
Everything changes but it all remains the same