The Cold Air

Hey I think you were there for those trips that we took
When the street lights on Tanglewood and shed an orange light
Sailing down sidewalks in the suburban jungles
Looking out at the town from the hilltops at night
Yeah they owned the night for all practical purposes
The graffiti's still there from what I understand
And the street light's still busted out on 86th and Douglas
Jenny's still there, living in a hotel on Grand
And I left, I don't know if I'll ever be back
Almost everyone's gone now that I used to know
Now the wintertime's coming, and I don't even mind
The cold air reminds me of home

Matt finally got out of that old dead end job
Cooking up steaks for that bastard Joe Kent
Fifty hours weekly with no cigarette breaks
And two jobs like that wouldn't cover the rent
Then one day he finally took our advice
Yelled "fuck all this shit" threw the steaks at the wall
And he broke all the windows, told Kent where to stick it
And cussed out all the rich folks in the big dining hall
But he still lives in town, sometimes I wish I did too
But you've got to get out at the first chance to go
Now he's running the register in some comic book store
The cold air reminds me of home

Now I sit on the dock with no one for miles
Looking out over the beautiful lakes
But there's no one to show it to, man, no way to share
My god, the country is a selfish old place
Yeah, there's no point goin' back to that suburban town
I know that that girl hasn't waited for me
Yeah, I hope she's left town, just like everyone else
But the place I wound up, man, this is no place to be
Now the leaves fall like ashes and winter will come
Like waves crashing in capped with milky white foam
And I'll take off my coat and I'll let myself freeze
The cold air reminds me of home