Winter came and all the fields burned up
Left quiet roads and air as thick as blood
And there ain't nothing that can burn a man like love
Oh, like love
Spring will come and green will take the place
Of a dusty brown and a winter white lace
'Cause there ain't nothing that can cure a man like grace
Oh, like grace
And I think it over
Think it over 'til I die
And I think it over
Hold my head and I cry
So understand that I tried
And understand that I lost the fight this time
But understand that I'm not alright
Not alright, yeah
So come and take a broken man down
Like a winter storm in an old abandoned town
'Cause there ain't nothing like that first warmth coming 'round
Oh, come around
And I think it over
Think it over 'til I die
And I think it over
Hold my head and I cry
So understand that I tried
And understand that I lost the fight this time
But understand that I'm not alright
I'm not alright
So understand that I tried
And understand that I lost the fight this time
But understand that I'm not alright
I'm not alright, yeah
I think it over 'til I die