It was winter of '85
It was Christmas outside
At one a.m. my phone's awake
All f**ed up you called me up for a ride
You hid your face in a pocket book
You had your shoes in your hand
The road was slick and we never spoke
I held the wheel when I should have held your hand
You were frail like a skeleton
All you needed from me
was a greater pain to soak you up
I look back and I don't feel one thing,
don't feel a thing
How come I can't cross that water in my head?
How come I get the feeling though part of me is dead?
It was winter of '85
It was Christmas outside
At one a.m. my phone's awake
All f**ed up you called me up for a ride