If I wanted to know who you were hanging with While was gone would have asked It's the kind of cold fogs up windshield glass But felt it when passed There's an ache in put there by me if it's all same So we could call even You babe for weekend 'Tis damn season write this down I'm stayin' at my parents' house And road not taken looks real good now always leads hometown park?d car right between Methodist th? school that used be ours The holidays linger like bad perfume can run but only so far escaped too remember how watched leave okay you We Time flies messy as mud on your truck tires Now missing smile hear out just ride around Sleep half day old times' sake won't ask wait don't stay I'll go back L.A. and so-called friends Who'll books about me ever make wonder soul tell which smiles fakin' heart breakin' is own To warmest bed I've known Even though leavin' yours season houseAnd It