We laid around Dogtown a summer ago
Good ol' man winter was fresh out of snow
When the leaves had left town, she followed them out
Running from rural and cold
I told her I'd visit if the roads didn't close
And I hung out in Dogtown too long once again
Winter time draws me back in
All the birds have flown south and the gold's come and gone
And I hung out in Dogtown too long
Sometimes I wonder why I stick around