I saw you bathing by the hot springs The sun looked pale against your skin I stood fixed against a tree The snow was beating down on me You put your cloak around me, wipe my mouth when I bleed If you ever leave you'll leave a hole I bet you won't believe that I'd go first? I'll leave the hole and catch a hearse Make a fire and wait for spring, but still the cold keeps creeping in I guess I'd better swallow the blue Guess I'd better spew out the truth: 'I ain't too worried about my wealth 'Cause I've got holes in my coat and I ain't doing much better myself