The air conditioned rumbles as I stumble out of bed The television mumbles about the weather but I forget The hotel hasn't woken but I've already read their papers And I know what they'll be reading come 6 or 7 a.m And it'll be cold out so wear your winter best When you're alone singing, silly stomping through the wilderness Will you forget all the things that I have given you Or may love for you linger forever on your breath?