The air conditioned rumbles as I stumble out of bed
The television mumbles about the weather but I forget
The hotel hasn't woken but I've already read their papers
And I know what they'll be reading come 6 or 7 a.m.
And it'll be cold out so wear your winter best
When you're alone singing, silly stomping through the wilderness
Will you forget all the things that I have given you,
Or may love for you linger forever on your breath?