You're gonna have to wait until spring Amanda.
'cause the weight of winter's dragging us down.
I drove away, let you surrender to sheets of ice and dented fenders.
Took fifty aspirin, made you drift right off to sleep.
You were lost for month's, I found you like a stranger
outside some thrift store alone smoking cloves.
Your wool cap and worn out jacket fit you just like your bad habits.
You got tired of walking this snow filled empty town.
"Where's the end of night? What's the point?" I heard you say.
When no one cares, I might.
How'd green eyes ever get so gray?
Who's clouded up your sights?
It won't always look like it looks tonight.
