outta my, outta my head

It's yet to be determined, but the air is thick,
and my hope is feeling worn...

And the phone is always dead to me,
so I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
and it feels like...

It's colder than it ought to be in March
and I've still got a day or two ahead of me
'til I'll be heading home into your arms again.
And the people here are asking after you.
It doesn't make it easier.

It doesn't make it easier to be away.

an oldie but a goodie from dashboard.
and it is colder than it ought to be.