All Packed Up, Nowhere to Go

Nothing's wrong, he's got his headphones on
It calms him down, he softly sings along
He sings winter comes to everyone
You get frozen in that setting sun
And love grows cold eventually
So we try like hell to keep on our feet

Nothing's wrong, I've got my guitar on
He knows my voice better than anyone
We're singing winter comes to everyone
You get frozen in that setting sun
And love grows cold eventually
So we try like hell to keep on our feet

Believe me, believe me
I don't need promises to make this real
Believe me, believe me
I don't need promises to make this real

I know if I wasn't here
You'd be holding on to somebody else
As the years slip slowly past
I get gradually worse at kidding myself

Our arms will never get tired if we never hold on to anything
Our arms will never get tired if we never hold on to anything
Our arms will never get tired if we never hold on to anything
Our arms will never get tired if we never hold on to anything

Nothing's wrong, she builds her concrete walls
She hides inside every year near the end of fall
She says bury me under forgiving snow
My lover's heart is turning cold
My bags are packed with nowhere to go
So I'll sit and drink all my stomach can hold

Nothing's wrong, I know you hate my songs
My voice is the poison that you're running from
You're running from