Can't help it if I have a widower's heart. Tried to get out of bed but I can't seem to start. When I hit the road it was freezing and dark. I hope that it's warmer wherever you are.
Light it up like the city at night. Old dark bones in the city. Old Walt Whitman and borrowed alcohol. . We drove fast shaking all the way. Like the waves in California.
I could never pretend that I don't love you. You could never pretend that I'm your man. That's exactly the way that I want it. That's exactly the way that I am.