If I wanted to know
Who you were hanging with
While I was gone, I would've asked you
It's the kind of cold
Fogs up windshield glass
But I felt it when I passed you
There's an ache in you
Put there by the ache in me
But if it's all the same to you
It's the same to me
So we could call it even
You could call me babe for the weekend
'tis the damn season, write this down
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
And the road not taken
Looks real good now
And it always leads to you
And my hometown
I parkеd my car
Right between the Methodist
And thе school that used to be ours
The holidays linger like bad perfume
You can run, but only so far
I escaped it too
Remember how you watched me leave
But if it's okay with you
It's okay with me
We could call it even
You could call me babe for the weekend
'tis the damn season, write this down
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
And the road not taken
Looks real good now
Time flies
Messy as the mud on your truck tires
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
We could just ride around
And the road not taken
Looks real good now
And it always leads to you
And my hometown
Sleep in half the day
Just for old times' sake
I won't ask you to wait
If you don't ask me to stay
So I'll go back to L.A
And the so-called friends
Who'll write books about me
If I ever make it
And wonder about the only soul
Who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'
And the heart
I know I'm breakin' is my own
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
We could call it even
Even though I'm leaving
And I'll be yours for the weekend
'tis the damn season
We could call it even
You could call me babe for the weekend
'tis the damn season, write this down
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
And the road not taken
Looks real good now
Time flies
Messy as the mud on your truck tires
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
We could just ride around
And the road not taken
Looks real good now
And it always leads to you
And my hometown
It always leads to you and my hometown