I just got off a train and I didn't sleep I haven't been in this town in weeks And the only things keeping me alive And your picture in my pocket, and a dollar fourty five And I'm walking to your house hoping to hell that you're home And as I approach your house on the beach And your front gate is in my reach Try to think of one single good reason
Why you'd want to take me back in this winter season You know what, can't think of a one Yeah, the forecast is for a cold shoulder It's been two months since I left you in boulder It was the stupidest thing I've ever done And now I'm coming back to you unshaved and unslept and sorry