Walking through the winter streets
I think of the paces we used to meet
And this town is a blanket all wrapped up in snow
So I think of the places that you don't know about
So I find myself here
In this dark dark street
And there you are
Hiding from where we used to meet
And you're reading a book that I gave you
And you're wearing a coat I got
When I was 17
And I walk down and hold your hand
And I tell you about my band
And you act like it's just the same
But we'll both grow tired of these games
But for now you're...
And you're playing the records I play
And you're saying the things I say