Wrote out our history in chalk on the sidewalk For miles it lined these gray city blocks And down came the rain again to wash it all away Are we so sadly fated?
Sweater and coat hung from my shoulders i dug through the snow to read your reply Now I've been sleeping sober and I feel twenty years older Where did all of our time go?
Is it one of her regrets The nights we spent drinking vodka and smoking cigarettes? Can I ever get it back The feeling that I have found everything that I lack?
I want to love you out loud And chisel out a future in the sidewalk you turned down
But it seems my winter storms drag on forever So how can I blame her for keeping warm?