“Down by the Riverside motel, It's ten below and falling. By a ninety-nine cent store, She closed her eyes and started swaying. But it's so hard to dance that way When it's cold and there's no music. Oh, your old hometown's so far away, But inside your head there's a record that's playing...”— Tom Waits, open.spotify.comTagged: Song Lyrics, Leaving Home, cold, Winter