i just got off the train & i didn't sleep i haven't been in this town in weeks & the only things keeping me alive are your picture in my pocket & a dollar forty-five & i'm hoping to hell that you're home
& as i approach your house on the beach & your front gate is in my reach i try to think of one single reason why you'd want to take me back in this winter season & you know what i can't think of a one
the forecast is for a cold shoulder it's been two months since i walked away in boulder it was the stupidest thing i've ever done & now i'm coming back to you unshaven unslept & sorry