If I wanted to know

Who you were hanging with

While I was gone, I would've asked you

It's the kind of cold

Fogs up windshield glass

But I felt it when I passed you

There's an ache in you

Put there by the ache in me

But if it's all the same to you

It's the same to me

So we could call it even

You could call me "babe" for the weekend

'Tis the damn season, write this down

I'm staying at my parents' house

And the road not taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you and my hometown

I parked my car

Right between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours

The holidays linger like bad perfume

You can run but only so far

I escaped it too

Remember how you watched me leave

But if it's okay with you

It's okay with me

We could call it even

You could call me "babe" for the weekend

'Tis the damn season, write this down

I'm staying at my parents' house

And the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies

Messy as the mud on your truck tires

Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out

We could just ride around

And the road not taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you and my hometown

Sleep in half the day

Just for old times' sake

I won't ask you to wait

If you don't ask me to stay

So I'll go back to LA

And the so-called friends who'll write books about me if I ever make it

And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking

And the heart I know I'm breaking is my own

To leave the warmest bed I've ever known

We could call it even

Even though I'm leaving

And I'll be yours for the weekend

'Tis the damn season

We could call it even

You could call me "babe" for the weekend

'Tis the damn season, write this down

I'm staying at my parents' house

And the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies

Messy as the mud on your truck tires

Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out

We could just ride around

And the road not taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you and my hometown

It always leads to you and my hometown