The air was cold, but something 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
And you still got it in your drawer even now
Oh your sweet disposition
At my wide eyed gaze
We're singing in the car getting lost upstate
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone, and that magic's not here anymore
And I might be okay, but i'm not fine at all
