Featured on the album: Land of My Baby
Walking down 13th Street in the rain, 1:00 a.m.
Smells like old records.
Even though I know I’m only half to blame
Just for the record: I’d like to say I’m sorry.
I’d like to think you’re sorry.
And I’m wondering if I’m ever gonna stop
feeling bad about this. Nothing goes away,
but nothing stays and it’s always you I miss.
Remembering the first time that I came to your house,
I looked through your records.
That was how I used to think you found who you loved:
you looked through his records.
And now I smell the ocean. I think of things much bigger
And I’m wondering if I’m ever gonna stop
feeling bad about this. Nothing goes away,
but nothing stays and it’s always you I miss.
My jeans are sticking to me and the wind’s kicking up.
I lost my umbrella. I’m almost at my block and I imagine my bed.
Oh, how I want to be there!
But I don’t want to be there.
Things’ll just start all over.