I was awaken to the sounds of the winds howlin, moan, Layin' in a bed you once had called your own. Now I guess you were right, when you said, "Can't save something once it's already dead." Adelina, come back to bed. Now I remember when this town once made you feel so good, And the sound of your feet dancing across the worn out wood, Getting high at your brother's house, Kissin' in the dark when the power went out. Adelina, where are those days now? And of all the ways to be wounded this is how it comes down, A pretty girl and a long kiss on the mouth, Before it don't kill you, it makes you strong. I'd rather be dead or weaping alone. Adelina, come back home. Yeah, listen to the sound of this heart broken radio, Transmitten through this house all soft and low. Everything's gotta die, I guess that goes for you and I. Adelina, at least we tried. Oh Adelina, at least we tried.