| Just a few more days 'till spring
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| And I’m crossing my fingers
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| Oh let the snow melt into rain
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| The city is deserted
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| As if everybody hurt it
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| This town doesn’t want us around here today
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| And I’ve got that feeling my life is caving in
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| I can’t help but feel that way
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| So don’t even tell me that all in good time
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| That I’ll be just fine
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| I’d feel so much better if you’d loosen my tether
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| As I’m tossed about, your cold white ball
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| I’d get on the freeway, won’t stop driving 'till next Tuesday
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| And put a thousand miles between us or more
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| I know that’s not possible, all the streets here run in circles
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| I wouldn’t even make it out of the car
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| So don’t even tell me that all in good time
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| That I’ll be just fine
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| Don’t even try to ease my mind
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| Oh don’t waste my time
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| If I do get through this
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| I promise you this
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| Next time around I’ll get it right
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| I’ll walk through your ghost town
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| In nothing but my night gown
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| And you can blow with all your might
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| And I’ll face you smiling
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| Whether dying or surviving
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| But for now I just got to make it through tonight
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| So don’t even tell me that all in good time
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| That I’ll be just fine
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| Don’t you try to ease my mind
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| Oh don’t waste my time
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| Don’t even tell me
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| That I’ll be just fine
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| 'cause I know I’m not fine
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| Don’t ask me to try and be kind
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| Because it’s personal this time |