Though it may not be right now
With the way things have worked out
It was often that I should have said
I was tied in fear throughout
Then you took me by surprise
With the way you looked that night
With your coat turned up against the snow
We were taking our time
And you couldn't have known
That you'd gone to my head
As I'm walking you home
She has gone
She has gone right to my head
When I wake before you now
Settle in and settle down
Where the trees are dark and hollowed out
With the winter drifting south
I will know just what you mean
A kind of golden age thinking
Where we both look back to things we'd known
As we're taking our time
And we're taking it slow
And it's gone to my head
And you couldn't have known
You have gone
You have gone right to my head
Though it may just be right now
With the winter drifting south