Though it may not be right now With the way things have worked out It was often that I should have said I was tied in fear throughout Then you took me by surprise With the way you looked that night With your coat turned up against the snow We were taking our time And you couldn't have known That you'd gone to my head As I'm walking you home She has gone She has gone right to my head When I wake before you now Settle in and settle down Where the trees are dark and hollowed out With the winter drifting south I will know just what you mean A kind of golden age thinking Where we both look back to things we'd known As we're taking our time And we're taking it slow And it's gone to my head And you couldn't have known You have gone You have gone right to my head Though it may just be right now With the winter drifting south