South For The Winter (feat. Matt Berninger)

Waltzing down Fifth with a fifth of gin Hid in the pocket of the jacket I'm in Slipping on ice as I drift downtown 'Cause that is the place all the lost girls are found In the cold, cutting my bones It's the cold that makes me wonder why I left home I think it's time that I head south for the winter Told the taxi man I'm trying to go Find the kind of fun that feels good 'til it don't Seems any city could make you a ghost But New York's the town that makes me lonely the most In the cold, cutting my bones It's the cold that makes me wonder why I left home I think it's time that I head south for the winter Falling is often softly As all the leaves fall to the ground Falling is often softly, exactly As all the leaves fall to the ground Been far too long I've been licking my pride Out on the town chasing a big velvet lie But last night I dreamed a train through the fog To take me back south where I belong From the cold, cutting my bones It's the cold that makes me wonder why I left home I think it's time that I I think it's time that I I think it's time that I head south for the winter