The closest place, neither here nor   where I am right now   in the world is better than    myself, these days   I spend too much time indoors      Now there's snow in the garden   there's slush on the road   Late and small hours on   the clock on the wall   And I'm feelin' it all   for a while      And I can't find fault   with all the things that you've been   airing out with me   and the wind, it smells   something awkward   and something old      Oh, baby, give me one more chance   Won't you please let me   back into your heart   Oh, darlin', I was glad to let you go   But now I see you in ? ? ?      In a roundabout way,   it's the same thing   as listening to all the mistakes   Listening your crying ?   Listening your crying ?