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