Well, I, I guess I got a lot to learnnFor every year the calendar turnsnI think that I will be okaynWithout younSo I stuff you in a crowded boxnAnd I set out on a morning walknI think that I will be okaynnBut oh, the trip back home becomes a lienYeah, I guess I need you after allnnAnd oh, I know you're tired of me toonAnd after all I want you, it's truenYou never even once complainednnYou kept to me so close through ... daysnYeah, what can I say?nnOh, winter coatsnWinter coatsnnAnd I, I twisted is what you thoughtnAnd all the good you did off guysnI'm sorry to treat you that waynnAnd you, how grudgingly you must return nYour loyalty, I did not earnnI'm sorry to treat you that waynnYou always took the worst of it for menYeah, I owe you an apology