How can a world be crushed while another goes on?
How can good old firends pass away too young?
How can one door open as another stays close?
How can good get beat when it felt so close?

I don't know how to feel about the winter
'Cause I'm told it gets warm after December

There's a reason for everything, so I've been told
That the Lord's got a plan even when it gets cold
Through this tear-stained face it's hard to see
How the good got above, is trying use me

I don't know how to feel about the winter
'Cause I'm told it gets warm after December
I'm not sure if I trust what I remember
Sitting here alone, freezing in November
Sitting here alone, freezing in November