Where will you find me when I've reached my worst
And all of my troubles are well deserved
The cigarettes remind me of you
Out in the spring air; still feel inside
Alone in the street where we started our life
The city's buzz reminds me of you
Won't you come down from you mountain top?
Won't you come down and feel my heart?
And all the tales I've told; they remind me of you
Bags filled in the stairway; you're leaving our home
Out through the from door; the end of our room
And the sunlight reminds me of you
Won't you come down from that mountain top?
Won't you come down and feel my heart?
And all the tales I've told; they remind me of you
Won't you come down from you mountain top?
Won't you come down and feel my heart?
And all the tales I've told; they remind me of you