I could go back to every laugh,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore,
And I know all the steps up to your door,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore.

Talk to yourself, talk to the tears,
Talk to the man who put you here,
And don't wait for the sky to clear.

I'll leave my window open,
'Cus I'm too tired at night to call your name.
Oh, just know I'm right here hopin',
That you'll come in with the rain.