It was winter of '85 It was Christmas outside At one a.m. my phone's awake All fucked up you called me up for a ride You hid your face in a pocket book You had your shoes in your hand The road was slick and we never spoke I held the wheel when I should have held your hand You were frail like a skeleton All you needed from me Was a greater pain to soak you up I look back and I don't feel one thing, Don't feel a thing How come I can't cross that water in my head? How come I get the feeling though part of me is dead? It was winter of '85 It was Christmas outside At one a.m. my phone's awake All fucked up you called me up for a ride