Warm Feet In A Cold Month

I'm desperate for the answer.
I'm hungry for the cause.
I really want my mommy
And good old Santy Claus.

I'm certain my uncertainty
Is sure to entertain
Those clutching their security
While standing in the rain.

All those things that I have lost
Between my birth and death;
Like February's endless frost,
Before Spring's warming breath,
Are teaching me some paradox
About life's deeper rhyme.
So I'll keep putting on my socks
Just one foot at a time.

Yes, I'll keep putting on my socks
Just one foot at a time.