Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Bishop Allen
Well, I, I guess I got a lot to learn
For every year the calendar turns
I think that I will be okay
Without you
So I stuff you in a crowded box
And I set out on a morning walk
I think that I will be okay
But oh, the trip back home becomes a lie
Yeah, I guess I need you after all
And oh, I know you're tired of me too
And after all I want you, it's true
You never even once complained
You kept to me so close through ... days
Yeah, what can I say?
Oh, winter coats
Winter coats
And I, I twisted is what you thought
And all the good you did off guys
I'm sorry to treat you that way
And you, how grudgingly you must return
Your loyalty, I did not earn
I'm sorry to treat you that way
You always took the worst of it for me
Yeah, I owe you an apology