Winter Strokes

We've accrued the cost of smoking in the room
Hundred bucks to be the love in 1963
I'd spend my health, to feel the same
From 1000 miles away

The potential in the empty terminal gate
So quiet I can hear you breathing through the phone
And the shifting of your fingers on the empty
Chocolate candy paper

You watched me from the window, I cried and drove away
Like too many nights you lived on MLK
You looked lonely, but in love
Christmas lights around the frame
Still believing in home but we both stayed
I don't wanna let you go

You sat crossed legged in the winds of Indiana
Alone and on the hood of your silver Chevy Malibu
We'd lay our heads
The engine warm in the winter strokes of evening
We'd let the pinks and purples wash the blues away
Focus for a night on the only thing that we could hold
I lay you down
Touch the ocean of humanity before me
Drink it in

So tape my picture on the mirror slightly underneath the glass
I won't bother if you look but once a day
In how many houses will I hang before I kiss your hair again?
Maybe soon, maybe never, but always know
Oh, I don't wanna let you go