St. John Street

[Verse 1]
Wired awake and in the dark
And I can see my breath
[?] the road
It's the kinda cold that heat won't cure
It comes from deep inside of you

[Verse 2]
Naked under covers
And a tiny railroad flag
Next to a line the trains don't run on any longer

[Verse 3]
The bus rolls by
The building shed
I'm awake and wondering
When I slipped and hit my head
And fell into your bed

[Verse 4]
It's a mystery to me
Why you think that I should stay
Call you tomorrow night
From New York City
Both try to think of something to say