“I could go back to every laugh,

But I don't wanna' go there anymore,

And I know all the steps up to your door,

But I don't wanna' go there anymore.

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky,

Talk to the man with the reasons why,

And let me know what you find.

I’ll leave my window open,

‘Cause I’m too tired at night to call your name.

Just know I’m right here hopin’,

That you’ll come in with the rain.”