I've been hanging out with the rejects in the attic
Can't get out of my head the way you left
I got a sense of belonging but what does it matter
And winter's on its way here to collect
I was born on the outskirts of a dream
My daddy was a miner of almost anything
And I've been busting stones
Too proud to go back home
Admit that all my digging was in vain
But don't we talk different than we did?
Don't you look brighter than the moon?
Don't I look different without you?
Don't I look different without you?
I'm taking rain like an Appaloosa hoofprint
And don't you look brighter than the moon?
Don't I look different without you?
And don't you look brighter than the moon?
Don't I look different without you?
Winter's on its way here to collect
(G)
Winter's on its way here without you
Winter's on its way here without you