Hello, I am well, but I can't stop thinking about you.   These cold, tired hands can't stop thinking about you.   Unless I've been wrong, & this cold winter storm is still thinking about you.      My baby's too sly to make up her mind,   but she'll take her time before the end of these lines.   Your jaded false masquerades have gone on too far.   Holding on, but all that's left is "la di da."      Thinking about you.   I'm king out here.      Speech echoes in the streets   that will drift over all the stepping stones.   This melody.