You decide to be alone
And hell, it's cold enough to hibernate
So let it drift into the snow
It's where she chooses where to operate.
Might be time to pack her in
Set the sails and just get hauled away.
Maybe east, or something
West was overrated, anyway
The storm's comin' down
These old walls are wearing thin
There's an ache to this town
And something's gotta give
If we're digging for gold
And coming up dry
It's just a matter of time
Just a matter of time.