You come in from the cold
Say my name then your gone
Like rain on wheels roll on
Your methods are old
Or my hearts cruel and wrong
Like empty streets your voice goes on
I know I must replace you
Although I wouldn’t try
I be the one who puts the sound
Of my voice on the wind
Hot feet word on the street
Word on the street says roll on
You pull me in from the cold
Change my name and your gone
Your rain, your wheels, your song
I know I can’t misplace you
Although I almost tried
You’ll be the one who puts
The sound of your voice in the wind
