It’s cold here in the city, it always seems that way
And I’ve been thinking about you almost every day.
Thinking about the good times, thinking about the rain,
Thinking about how bad it feels alone again.
I’m sorry for the way things are in China,
I’m sorry things ain’t what they used to be.
But more than anything else, I’m sorry for myself
‘Cause you’re not here with me.
Our friends all ask about you, and I say you’re doin’ fine.
I expect to hear from you almost any time.
They all know I’m crying, I can’t sleep at night,
They all know I’m dying down deep inside.
I’m sorry for all the lies I told you,
I’m sorry for the things I didn’t say.
More than anything else, I’m sorry for myself.
I can’t believe you anyway.
Mmmmm . . .
I’m sorry if I took some things for granted,
I’m sorry for the things I put on you.
More than anything else, I’m sorry for myself,
Living without you.