How pale is the sky that brings forth the rain. As the changing of seasons prepares me again. For the long bitter nights and the wild winter's day. My heart has grown cold, my love stored away.
Got it all figured out inside of my head. There's a bag packed up at the foot of my bed. You say the word, baby, I'm all set. . We'll cover our tracks, tell a couple white lies.
It never ceases to blow my mind. It does it to me everytime. Standing here looking at you. It makes me wonder what he was up to. Was he thinking about me.