text: Cruel snow, cracked lips, sun lost by four
  Cold winces through the cardboard window
  Where the cobblestone smashed into glass
  And the bare bulb of moon swings over Portage Avenue
  And lights the icy ruts sprinkled with sand
  Down the dim hall of chain stores to Grace
  Where the parking lot is full again
  I dont bother locking up
  The face before the doors slide apart
  Is hers the day they took away the candy
  Left gift-shop tulips to frame her alarm
  What will I do now?
  What will I do now?
  What will I do now?
  What will I do now?