We ain't gotta speak, little honey
If it's what you want to do
Didn't want to be the one you'd try to keep
Didn't want to be the one you'd want to lose
I can feel the night is getting later
I can feel the daylight creeping in
I didn't want to be the one that you left with
I didn't want to see you go with him
And watch you go
And have to watch you go
I can feel the darkness in the way
That she walks across a room
I can feel the lightness in the way
That you held your breath
As I'm stumbling home drunk up Seventeenth Avenue
As I watch you walk away
As I watch you leave this wreck
So won't you leave me
In the same damn mess that you found me in?
When I would put my records on
And you would dance around me then
And the whole damn world felt innocent and young
I've been losing for a long time
And I held myself together
With only records and my tapes
But you and I, if we're together
And we hold out for better weather
We can hold out until we find our better days
But now it's just way too late
Where you're hiding out from the bitter cold
I can call you up in the morning light
Before the factory smoke gets my lungs so full
I'm sick and I'm tired and I'm dying just to get home
Where we can hold ourselves together
With all our records and our tapes
Because you and I, if we're together, darling
We can find our better days