It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm most obliged to you for making it clear
That I'm not here
And I never knew the room could be so big
And I never knew the room could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wandering who could be writing this song
I don't care if the sun don't shine
I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter
And the sea isn't green
