When you go, I hope it snows So let the dogs in, I think they're cold And you were standing in the kitchen In your winter coat And you were trying to put fire to my coals You asked me for a walk down Reynold's Road And every word we spoke turned to steam In the winter cold I told you all about the beam and the length of rope I swear on my whole life I hope I choke And I can't walk down Oak Ridge Lane Without screaming out your name I can't stand to think of times When your baby had a spine And it's a long way down that road It doesn't matter now Look how ugly we've grown