Good old country song, huh?
Yeah.
It's an Indian summer
and some spell that I'm under,
a kiss to my temple.
As a friend, no longer lover,
and I
must confess that I overdressed.
Even though I'd know where to be,
no, I don't want you back, but I wonder if that
you would
leave him for me.
Need a cold blast of winter
to snap me out
of this somber, and a break
for my liver.
Just one day that I stay sober,
and I hate to bear that I was more than
aware what you wanted from me.
And in spite of the fact that I don't want you back,
would
you leave him to be?
Back in my arms, lying in my bed,
the Sunday mornings with the paper
red and warm undercovers on.
Winter days,
drinking wine, Motown records play.
Oh, I
try to love you, but it just didn't come.
The more you push, the more I came undone.
But it's nothing you did or who you are.
Just the old wounds still bear the scars.
The old wounds still bear the scars.
It was a warm October,
and though I know that it is over,
I'm still feeling the flashback
with the chill of November,
and I still believe that you're still dear to me,
even though it was not meant to be.
And you don't want me back,
but in spite of the fact,
would you leave him for me?