Maybe you got your reasons To leave me out here in the cold But I am not that bad Not as you've been told Been running on gold fever Further away from home Sure I had my reasons To leave you out here in the cold You are not that bad You carried more than your hands could hold Piling ashes on my bedside table Burning stains on my carpet floor Waiting for balance but remained unstable Learned faster than I ever had to learn before Maybe you got your reasons To leave me out here in the cold I am not that bad Not as you've been told Been running on gold fever Further away from home Been busy falling over Try to standing up alone