Lyrics:

Sick of the winter so I came to visit
Guess I was bored of the cold
You?picked?me up and?we drove through the desert
I showed?you something I wrote
You said that it was the song of the summer
We played it loud in your car
But now it's February, nobody's heard it
I guess we'll stay where we are
Where we are

You said that you might be home for the funeral
I just wasn't sure when
You called me up on your last day in Dublin
Your bus was leaving at ten
I said I'd meet you at five on the corner
Same place we usually do
We stood outside with our heels on the curb
I was happy to be there with you

You said, 'You're always changing on me'
I wish that was really true
If I had your bravery
Maybe I wouldn't feel so blue


I spent the day sitting at the piano
Half of the keys don't play
I stopped when I heard the crunch of your wheels
On the stones in the driveway