It was winter of '85 It was Christmas outside At one a.m. my phone's awake All f**ed up you called me up for a ride You hid your face in a pocket book You had your shoes in your hand The road was slick and we never spoke I held the wheel when I should have held your hand You were frail like a skeleton All you needed from me was a greater pain to soak you up I look back and I don't feel one thing, don't feel a thing How come I can't cross that water in my head? How come I get the feeling though part of me is dead? It was winter of '85 It was Christmas outside At one a.m. my phone's awake All f**ed up you called me up for a ride