i'm right here
from indian lakes
you can stay with me tonight
i think i used to build you up
and you say i care too much
now you're acting so surprised
you feel like you could give it up
i could feel you going under
it's not my job to make you right
like a tree outside your window
the seasons used to come and go
i could pick up all the pieces
if you wait for me to come down
you're standing by the telephone
it's a different kind of lonely
you won't come back the same again