now i'm missing you i miss that town i miss your name i don't speak it anymore since you took my picture from its frame
i'm up later each night trying to write my way out of this tomb seems these sedatives don't work as well in these gloomy rented rooms where the air conditioner's set on choke and the TV loops bad news i'm moving on
so maybe Mexico san Francisco would be fine somewhere to dry out clean up and pass a little time i'll put some money down maybe a place right on the bay i'll build a brand new foundation from the bricks you threw my way
that January moon indian summer's warm wind came spring fever brought along some hope to quell the sin and shame
but it wasn't long before that winter chill began to haunt we tried to warm our bones in that freezing house i used to want
and those highs and lows when they come and go just slide to the extreme and i couldn't sleep there long enough to have a decent dream where the heater's set on stifle and the nightmares made me scream i'm moving on