Call Me Crazy

It’s snowing in the city tonight.

I turn my collar up under a street light,

and walk around until showtime looking for a sign, on 2nd avenue.

No matter how cold it is,

your love is colder still.

Now I’m drinking in the windowsill, trying to feel something new.

Call Me Crazy, call me a hopeless fool…

But I keep coming back to you.

This train is pulling away.

Where we’re going, I couldn’t say,

but I’m counting down the days ‘til I see your face.

Yeah, Time is cruel.

They Call Me Crazy, they call me a hopeless fool…

Cause I keep coming back to you.

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So, Call Me Crazy, but I don’t know what to do.

Yeah, maybe I don’t wanna see the Truth.

Call Me Crazy, call me a hopeless fool…

I just keep coming back to you.

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