Ice on her lashes

The lone woman stands in the turning December She's got ice on her lashes, white at her winter coat The trees stand like soldiers around her Dutiful wooden curse And the heart she feared frozen Still beats and still marches on Oh, Annie I will think of you each time I see the sun Didn't want a day without you But somehow I've lived through another one A gentlemen waits on a platform in a haze of gray and grief Now he's sold up his assets, starting over at 70 The steam blasts like trumpets around him Salutes on the colonnade As he thinks to himself: "We're all waiting for our train to come" Oh, Annie I will think of you each time I see the sun Didn't want a year without you But somehow I've lived through another one Did you find it hard to breathe at first? Were you wounded and in disbelief at how much it hurt? Now the ache's still burning, but the world's still turning Isn't it? Oh, Annie I still think of you each time I see the sun Didn't want a life without you But here I am living one