Tis the Damn Season

If I wanted to know who you were hanging withWhile I was gone I would have asked youIt's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glassBut I felt it when I passed youThere's an ache in you put there by the ache in meBut if it's all the same to youIt's the same to meSo we could call it evenYou could call me babe for the weekend'Tis the damn season, write this downI'm stayin' at my parents' houseAnd the road not taken looks real good nowAnd it always leads to you in my hometownI parkеd my car right between the MethodistAnd thе school that used to be oursThe holidays linger like bad perfumeYou can run, but only so farI escaped it too, remember how you watched me leaveBut if it's okay with you, it's okay with meWe could call it evenYou could call…