let's count the days
til winter comes our way
we're all tired and ready to breathe
and there's a rumor that there's
a bitter cold chill in the air
it's haunting every breath we take
the hint of alcohol and nicotine
it keeps us warm inside
so all your fashion sense aware
the sweaters unfold themselves
we are all alone
but we're better off by ourselves

it's time to roll the windows down
and feel the cold air all around
we are heading out of town
and not a thing can stop us now
get carried away

let's think about
all those nights on luckie st.
we stayed up til 3 am
with all the gossip and the latest girls
there's a bitter cold chill in the air
it's haunting every breath we take
the hint of alcohol and nicotine
it keeps us warm inside
so all your fashion sense aware
the sweaters unfold themselves
we are all alone
but we're better off by ourselves

this winter is much like all the rest
this season's changed
since we've been away