Matt Berninger - South For The Winter

Waltzing down Fifth with a fifth of gin
Hid in the pocket of the jacket I'm in
Slipping on ice as I drift downtown
'Cause that is the place all the lost girls are found

In the cold, cutting my bones
It's the cold that makes me wonder why I left home
I think it's time that I head south for the winter

Told the taxi man I'm trying to go
Find the kind of fun that feels good 'til it don't
Seems any city could make you a ghost
But New York's the town that makes me lonely the most

In the cold, cutting my bones
It's the cold that makes me wonder why I left home
I think it's time that I head south for the winter

Falling is often softly
As all the leaves fall to the ground
Falling is often softly, exactly
As all the leaves fall to the ground

Been far too long I've been licking my pride
Out on the town chasing a big velvet lie
But last night I dreamed a train through the fog
To take me back south where I belong

From the cold, cutting my bones
It's the cold that makes me wonder why I left home
I think it's time that I
I think it's time that I
I think it's time that I head south for the winter