Cold Shoulder

I just got off a train

And I didn't sleep

I haven't been in this town in weeks

And the only things keeping me alive

And your picture in my pocket

And a dollar fourty five

And I'm walking to your house

Hoping to hell that you're home

And as I approach your house on the beach

And your front gate is in my reach

Try to think of one single good reason

Why you'd want to take me back

In this winter season

You know what

Can't think of a one



Yeah, the forecast is for a cold shoulder

It's been two months since I left you in boulder

It was the stupidest thing I've ever done

And now I'm coming back to you

Unshaved and unslept and sorry