That old brown house is haunted said the young boys in the road who threw stones through faceless windows as the sky filled up with snow I watched them from a taxi And the driver said of course That one time late at night he'd seen a young girl on the porch And it must have been a ghost he laughed I shivered in the cold and the snowflakes fell like ancient tears on South December Road Something in my heart remembered long forgotten sins as they echo through those empty rooms and scatter in the wind There's a branch that's barely hangin from a dying chestnut tree and it sways before the window where your bedroom used to be And I drove the old man's Plymouth through the tired Midwestern snow and you met me on the corner down on South December Road Now that drug store up on Main Street has that sign above the door they've been satisfying customers since 1934 We drank cherry flavored cola's there when we were seventeen but that soda fountain's gone now so a bought a magazine And I walked down toward the graveyard as the wind began to blow and I stumbled across the headstone nearly buried in the snow And your face filled up my memory and a phantom filled my soul like the cracks that filled the sidewalk down on South December Road