cold night in santa fe

maybe i should just keep actin' like nothin's wrong, or maybe that's a damn fool's way of just holdin' on, to some wasted little thing that anybody else would see is wrong, just like an old man tellin' the same joke everyday, it ain't the knowin'-that-it's-over, it's the watchin'-it-slippin'-away, i wonder if the birds'll ever sing the way they used to do, when will this empty pillow next to me not be a lonesome view?, i wanna hear a different melody, but there just ain't nothin' new, it's the same old song that keeps me shackled here in this bed, it ain't the what-you-think-is-comin', it's the sad truth it isn't here, it doesn't matter if i still remember, that cold night down in santa fe, where you told me all your lonely secrets, and i swore i'd never give 'em away, i bought you a necklace down in the market, you got me that old pawnshop guitar, you read me my first love song the whole way back home in the car, sometimes i wonder if i made this whole thing up in my head, just like a kid in his room afraid of what he'll find in dark, but when i turn on the light i can see it's really fallin' apart, it's fallin' apart, it's fallin' apart, yeah, i'm fallin' apart