Weather

So, prodigal friend You've run away For the last time. No more open doors For your return When you arrive. I gave 'til I was sore. Then you asked for more. And the wind's blowing strong today. I'm chilled to the bone. It's four long, hard months 'til May And I'll weather them alone. I was into you Much more than you Were into me. Why did I refuse To see the truth, So plain to see? I wasted so much time While you robbed me blind. And the wind's blowing strong today. I'm chilled to the bone. It's four long, hard months 'til May And I'll weather them alone. You're not worth it anyway. So, I'll weather this alone.