Reaching out on my way home
You can be so cold, I'll try again
You make me sad and second guess myself
You can be so cold, midwest indigo

And I want love and sunny days
I'm a bit too old to feel this way//run away
You make me sad and second guess myself
You can be so cold, midwest indigo

Running late, so I had no time//I didn't have time
To scrape the frosted windshield
Like we're barely scraping by
Concentrate, on the little gap in the ice//through the crack in the ice
That seems to be about as wide as our chances//My lips feel chapped
Did you pull up yet? Not yet
I'll honk when I'm outside//I'll wait for you outside//I'll be outside