Reaching out on my way home
You can be so cold, I’ll try again
You make me sad and second-guess myself
You can be so cold (cold, cold, cold)
Reaching out on my way home
You can be so cold, I’ll try again
You make me sad and second-guess myself
You can be so cold, Midwest Indigo
Running late so I didn’t have the time
To scrape the frosted windshield
Like we’re barely scraping by
Concentrate on the little gap in the ice
That seems to be about as wide as our chances
“Did you pull up yet?
Not yet
Did you forgеt we’re tight on time?”
Rеaching out on my way home
You can be so cold, I’ll try again
You make me sad and second-guess myself
You can be so cold, Midwest Indigo
Cloud coverage matched my outfit to a knife
I requested counsel with the counselor
And he cancelled twice
It’s a different blue, it’s deeper than it’s been
I’ll be pulling into the parking lot before the heat kicks in
“What’s your ETA?
Two minutes
Chill out, man, we’re right on time”
Reaching out on my way home
You can be so cold, I’ll try again
You make me sad and second-guess myself
You can be so cold, Midwest Indigo
And I want love and sunny days
I’m a bit too old to run away
You make me sad and second-guess myself
You can be so cold
You can be so cold, Midwest Indigo
