Vespers

When I left her house

It was snowing out

Her taste was in my mouth

But who cares

When I left her bed

I touched her head

She said "I'm sorry for the mess"

But who cares

She didn't want no one to see her cry

Well, Darling, neither did I

Now there are times that I would rather die

Than get her off

Than get her off

Than get her off my mind

And I left her house

It was snowing out

And I left her for the South

But who cares

We don't want no one to see us cry

No, Darling, we'd rather die

Then there are times that I cannot get by

Or get her off

Or get her off

Or get her off my mind