On a Cold Winter's Night

What am I doing here? The wind is blowing The snow is swirling in clouds of white I know there are cars out there I can hear them See their dimming tail lights The bag sitting next to me It reminds me of my warm house The first I built that you now enjoy Is it all worth it? Did you really have the nerve to ask me? Did you look outside? Then did you decide to risk my life? I would have gone in the morning You know I would have The snow would have been gone by then I would still be able to feel my fingers I think I lost my toes about a mile back But, I know that doesn’t matter The wind, the snow, the cold They are nothing to you Cuddled in that warm blanket Before that blazing fire My fire The one I started The one I tended from ambers I know You say you love me On a cold night like this I doubt it Until I get home and I see your smile As you take the bag Look inside And you eat the first of many sweet French pickles Followed by that pint of ice cream I see that smile And I know all the warmth I need Until tomorrow night when I get to do it all again.