Letra & VideoClip Oficial da Musica:
Throwing out the mail cause
The winter’s calling
I make plans to see you
But there’s always something
Phone’s never ringing
But my diary is empty
My suspicion’s in my hand
And I feel lady justice
Has her hands in the muck
Teaching more than I have been taught
And it’s getting heavy
But I won’t give up
Times like this I’m a little watchful
A little more pronounced
She propositions and I sway
I sway my hands
Every thought directs the show