It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter slowly stumbled home.
The air felt different and it started to show
As every breath resembled smoke.
I was short on opinions and I wanted to know
If you'd still be here tomorrow.
'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter wrapped around Chicago.


The T.V.'s on too much,
And I don't ever think enough
About the things that matter most,
And what could make me old.
And there's no argument
For wasting time much better spent
Complacently replacing a melody with smoke.


I don't expect a smile when I get home.
The blankets that I stole should keep you warm.
I hope you never find to fill the hole.
I'm futher from the source to feel the floor

It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter slowly stumbled home.
The air felt different and it started to show
As every breath resembled smoke.
I was short of opinions and I wanted to know
If you'd still be here tomorrow.
'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter wrapped around Chicago.

The T.V.'s on too much,
And I don't ever think enough
About the things that matter most,
And what could make me old.
And there's no argument
For wasting time much better spent
Complacently replacing a melody with smoke.