Cold Night in Santa Fe

Maybe I should just keep acting like nothing's wrong Or maybe that's a damn fools way of just holding on To some wasted little thing that anybody else would see is wrong Just like an old man telling the same joke everyday It ain't the knowing that it's over, it's the watching it slippin' away I wonder if the birds'll ever sing the way they used to do When will this empty pillow next to me not be a lonesome view? I wanna hear a different melody, but there just ain't nothing new It's the same old song that keeps me shackled here in this bed It ain't the what you think is coming, it's the sad truth, it isn't here, yeah It doesn't matter if I still remember That cold night down in Santa Fe Where you told me all your lonely secrets And I swore I'd never give 'em away I bought you a necklace down in the market You got me that old pawn shop guitar You read me my first love song the whole way back home in the car Sometimes I wonder if I made this whole thing up in my head Just like a kid in his room afraid of what he'll find in dark But when I turn on the light, I can see it's really falling apart It's falling apart It's falling apart Yeah, I'm falling apart