作词 : Eric Anderson
作曲 : Eric Anderson
I want your hands around my waist
Oh god, I wish that was something I could change
I want to walk with you again
Down literally "Main Street" nothing to see here
Nothing forbidden
"The night air is colder now"
Our feet finding slick spots
Where the cars had spun out
If you're falling, take my hand
No, if you're falling, take my hand

Alone for now, so bottoms up to fate
Surrounded by rich children discussing real estate
You're in Alaska or so I'm told
Pipe-fitting your way through the North Slope
My little centerfold
Was the night air colder then?
I would write you right now
But I can't hold a pen
Was it all just in my head?
Am I still in your head?

I want your hands around my waist
Thought I'd feel different in my early middle age
I want to walk with you again
But I'd settle for a phone call with you now and then
With the night air in our mouths
Walking through the backyards of our empty houses
With my voice in your head
And your voice in my head