Hello, I am well, but I can’t stop thinking about you   And these cold, tired hands can’t stop thinking about you   Unless I’ve been wrong, and 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      Speech echoes in the streets   that will drift over all the stepping stones   This melody