2nd Tuesday in December, I see rain is falling down. I took the bus out to the city line, and then I watched it turn around. Now as I walk down past the junkyard, by the closed up driving show, I realize that really leaving, it's the only way I'll ever go. It was the 7th of September, 1969, 95 degrees and rising, I crossed the Pennsylvania line. I paid the judge my last ten dollars, to bless us with his legal seat. I guess that putting love on paper, doesn't always make it real. 2nd Tuesday in December, I see rain is coming down. All the snow that's left from Monday, lies gray and frozen on the ground. It's hard to understand this feeling, that a part of me is gone. 2nd Tuesday in December, looks like winter's coming on. 2nd Tuesday in December, I see rain is coming down. All the snow that's left from Monday, lies gray and frozen on the ground. It's hard to understand this feeling, that a part of me is gone. 2nd Tuesday in December, looks like winter's coming on.