This red-haired girl of mine
Tore a pinecone from the pine to cut into her palm
Singing the song her sinking lover sung
I shut my eyes
Ripped the train from off the line but a sudden gust of snow
Blew through a hole in my girl's clothes
Well, my girl knows she's not all right
And I don't mind
Just give me time
Just give me time
Oh, baby
Baby, give me time
Her stinging eyes
And her sixteen-hour drive, and our shared, transparent rope
And our icy dive through hope
I'll memorize
And I'll cut into my mind
I can't believe it can be so
I won't believe that my girl froze
Well, my girl knows
That I'm coiled tight
And green inside
Just give me time
Just give me time
Oh, baby
Baby, give me time
That weight you hold
It's getting light
And, love, I know you'll lift it easily up high
Just give it time
Just give it time
Baby, give me time
Oh baby
Just give me time
Just give me time
Just give me time
Just give me time
Just give me time
Just give me time
Just give me time
Just give me time