The closest place, neither here nor Where I am right now In the world is better than Myself, these days I spend too much time indoors Now there's snow in the garden There's slush on the road Late and small hours on The clock on the wall And I'm feelin' it all For a while And I can't find fault With all the things that you've been Airing out with me And the wind, it smells Something awkward And something old Oh, baby, give me one more chance Won't you please let me Back into your heart Oh, darlin', I was glad to let you go But now I see you in In a roundabout way, It's the same thing As listening to all the mistakes Listening your crying Listening your crying