I drove 1,100 miles to find a photograph I lost,
It's just a polaroid I used to keep of a girl that I once loved;
And sleeping leads to nightmares, ‘cause I never can forget.
So now I'm dreaming of Los Angeles as the winter closes in.
I said, “I'm dreaming of Los Angeles as the winter closes in.”

We met seven English girls, who asked if we'd like to see God,
And I'm not one for missed adventures, so I answered with a smile.
We spent the night on razor's edge, all innocence and sin,
So now I'm strung out on the Bowery, as the winter closes in.
I said, “I'm strung out on the Bowery as the winter closes in.”

And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feel.
We had our summer on Long Island, now there's wounds that never heal.
And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feel.
We had our summer on Long Island, now there's wounds that never heal.

I'd paint a picture of my mother, but I can't recall her face,
She's even far away at midnight, and her laughter haunts my dreams.
I ain't never been this broken, I've got nothing left to give,
So now I'm searching for salvation as the winter closes in.
I said, “I'm searching for salvation as the winter closes in.”
Man, I'm searching for salvation as the winter closes in.

And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feel.
We had our summer on Long Island, now there's wounds that never heal.
And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feel.
We had our summer on Long Island, now there's wounds that never heal.