Album: Collapser
The ragged clothes you wore made you look like a hobo
Ten to four, the neighbours pound the floor
We're cracking up 'til I couldn't take no more from you
The wine, the heater glow
Warming up under icy Midwest skies
I would have left here long ago,
But knowing you means there's always some surprise
We're done with keeping score
Flipping through all your records across the floor
The snow has blocked the door
We played them all and we'll play a couple more
So I wrote it down, kept the night around
Kept it right here with me