well a couple odd years the house 's been up for rent and the time is now so you gratefully attend to the passing day with hopes for something in return and you confess to every trick a body learns
and you've always opposed winter in my voice it is why i liked you most
but highways and byways unknown and cold eyes that mirror my own until the dawning of the day you're trying to keep warm you sure imagine something different when you're young
but i am not afraid there is only give and take there's a quiet in my wake
so now you sleep in beds with such reckless company i'm moving far away but i'm still close enough to see i get a picture of your hands worn with fatigue in the confusion of the moment did our eyes meet
little that i know i don't age well i'm told i guess i better leave it there
