| Winter is listless and I’m a little bit like it
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| I can’t seem to sit still but I can’t seem to move
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| And everyone I meet is a little bit like me
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| Keep selling me something you don’t need to prove
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| You keep selling me something you don’t need to prove
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| And if I don’t like it, I’ll move to Iowa
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| ‘cause I’ve got no problem with places unseen
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| It’s the ones that I’ve loved like the curve of your collar bone
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| Careful, now, careful or they don’t let you leave
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| It keeps getting better but some days it feels worse
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| I don’t know what to conquer to determine my worth
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| I try roadways and I mark the map where I’ve been
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| In my doorway but I always come back here again
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| In my doorway but I always come back here again
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| Singing: if I don’t like it, I’ll move to Iowa
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| ‘cause I’ve got no problem with places unseen
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| It’s the ones that I’ve lost like a New York apartment
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| You walked down the staircase still looking at me
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| You walked down the staircase and I let you leave
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| I let you leave
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| I don’t think they notice how lonesome I’ve gotten
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| I learn about fashion to dress up my self-loathing
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| But in the morning how I wake up
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| And I give it my best to be honest and kind and try not to regress
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| Besides, I know that the solace in sadness is talk
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| Whether singing or sobbing or swearing it off
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| So I keep my eyes open keep a hand on my heart
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| Say I’m bold brave and forthright and it isn’t my fault
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| No it’s not
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| (my fault)
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| No it’s not
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| (my fault)
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| And if I don’t like it I’ll move to Iowa
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| ‘cause I’ve got no problem with places unseen
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| It’s the ones that I’ve known like a cold city winter blow like a blizzard (the
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| wind in the trees)
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| Blow like a blizzard (me and my needs)
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| Blow like a blizzard and please, pass over me |