I pass your old house on my walk home Empty and grey it reminds me of smoke filled rooms and the friends We've lost and those sleepless nights spinning coffee cups So I hope that the weather holds Just long enough for me to grab my coat Cuz you always said that I had no sense And I'd lose my head if I weren't attached You're always searching for a feeling that we can't recreate Indiana's got us feeling pretty shitty inside Maybe Ohio will be better so let's go for a drive