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Almost four years ago, Counting Crows played a mediocre concert of mediocre songs on an overcast spring day at Yale. "A Long December" was musically no better than the other numbers, but it touched the audience with quiet resignation as Adam Duritz poured melancholy over us beneath a heavy grey sky. Today it becomes our story. I did not mean for it to be painful to you, but perhaps that pain is the price of sanctuary.

A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin’
Oh the days go by so fast

And it’s one more day up in the canyon
And it’s one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven
Wish you would

The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And it’s one more day up in the canyon
And it’s one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California
Think you should

Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her

And it’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better that the last
I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass

And it’s one more day up in the canyon
And it’s one more night in Hollywood
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the ocean
I guess I should

I'm moving on to a new year and a new life on both legs. I do need to see the ocean again--I need to remind myself of who I am, and I must do it alone.