| I’ve been hanging out with the rejects in the attic | 
| Can’t get out of my head the way you left | 
| I got a sense of belonging but what does it matter | 
| The winter’s on its way here to collect | 
| The colors we thought were ours to protect | 
| I was born on the outskirts of a dream | 
| My daddy was a miner of almost anything | 
| And I’ve been busting stones | 
| Too proud to go back home | 
| Admit that all my digging was in vain | 
| But don’t we talk different than we did? | 
| Am I more quiet than I’ve been? | 
| Don’t you look brighter than the moon? | 
| Don’t I look different without you? | 
| Don’t I look different without you? | 
| I’m taking rain like an Appaloosa hoofprint | 
| And you know I’m drinking sunlight all day long | 
| I’m opened up just like a dogwood flower | 
| And winter’s on its way here to collect | 
| But don’t we talk different than we did? | 
| Am I more quiet than I’ve been? | 
| And don’t you look brighter than the moon? | 
| Don’t I look different without you? | 
| Don’t I look different without you? | 
| I was taken on the outskirts of a dream | 
| I had a been a miner of almost everything | 
| Well I stopped busting stones | 
| I’ll have to go back home | 
| Admit that all my digging was in vain | 
| But don’t we talk different than we did? | 
| Am I more quiet than I’ve been? | 
| And don’t you look brighter than the moon? | 
| Don’t I look different without you? | 
| Don’t I look different? | 
| Winter’s on its way here to collect | 
| Don’t I look? | 
| Don’t I look? | 
| Winter’s on its way here to collect | 
| Don’t I look? | 
| Don’t I look? | 
| Winter’s on its way here to collect | 
| Don’t I look? | 
| Don’t I look? | 
| Winter’s on its way here to collect | 
| Don’t I look? | 
| Don’t I look? | 
| Winter’s on its way here without you | 
| Winter’s on its way here without you |