As if I wanted to, Winter.
Go, go, go away. Come again another day.
After I move, leaving no forwarding address, eh?
As if I wanted to, Winter.
Go, go, go away. Come again another day.
After I move, leaving no forwarding address, eh?
I stop and think: Is this who I am? Is this what I want? Is this what I should do?
Then I have another beer. I don't give a damn hoot. Not really.