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