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