Groundhog Day (Overcast, But Optimistic)

I hopped out of the burrow in the morning mist,
Checking off a season on my winter list.
The air was like a cold shoulder, sharp and gray,
I’ve been dreaming of the sun since back in mid-May.
I stood on the ridge in my favorite scarf,
Looking for a sign on this frozen wharf,
But the sky was a sweater of charcoal wool,
And the gravity of winter had a heavy pull.

I was braced for the heartbreak, braced for the chill,
Waiting for a shadow on the side of the hill.
But I looked at the snow and I looked at the ground,
And there wasn’t a single dark silhouette found.
The clouds were a ceiling, painted in slate,
I didn’t see my shadow, no, I didn’t have to wait.
The six-more-weeks” story? We’re tearing out the page,
‘Cause I’m feeling the fever, I’m leaving the cage!

And baby, it’s over, the ice and the gloom,
I can see the colors starting to bloom.
It’s an early spring anthem, a new romance,
The dandelions are ready for their very first dance.
The frost is a ghost that’s finally gone,
We’re waking up to a new golden dawn.
Shake off the snow, let the green begin,
‘Cause the sun is coming back and we’re gonna let it in!