Distilled from Winter Wheat

[Verse 1] The copper still is humming in the shed The winter frost is thickening on the glass I take a measure, clear as mountain air Before the frozen morning comes to pass [Chorus] It burns the back of throats like summer fire A clean and biting heat inside the chest Distilled from winter wheat and iron grit To put the heavy, tired thoughts to rest [Verse 2] The wood-stove crackles with a rhythmic pulse A digital delay upon the strings An upright bass is walking through the grain While cold and sharp, the kettle starts to sing [Chorus] It burns the back of throats like summer fire A clean and biting heat inside the chest Distilled from winter wheat and iron grit To put the heavy, tired thoughts to rest [Outro] Clear as glass Cold as breath A bitter sip Before the day begins again