I drove 1,100 miles,
To find a photograph I lost;
It’s just a polaroid I used to keep,
Of a girl that I once loved.
And sleeping leads to nightmares,
’Cause I never can forget.
So now I’m dreaming of Los Angeles,
As the winter closes in.
I said, I’m dreaming of Los Angeles,
As the winter closes in.

And we met seven English girls,
Who asked if we’d like to see God.
I’m not one for missed adventures,
So I answered with a smile.
We spent the night on razor’s edge,
All innocence and sin.
Now I’m strung out on the Bowery,
As the winter closes in.
I said, I’m strung out on the Bowery,
As the winter closes in.

I won’t cry if you can’t love me like the way it used to feel,
We had our summer on Long Island, now there’s wounds that never heal.
I won’t cry if you can’t love me like the way it used to feel,
We had our summer on Long Island, now there’s wounds that never heal.

I’d paint a picture of my mother,
But I can’t recall her face.
She’s even far away at midnight,
And her laughter haunts my dreams.
I ain’t never been this broken;
I’ve got nothing left to give.
Now I’m searching for salvation,
As the winter closes in.
I said, I’m searching for salvation,
As the winter closes in.
Man, I’m searching for salvation,
As the winter closes in.

I won’t cry if you can’t love me like the way it used to feel,
We had our summer on Long Island, now there’s wounds that never heal.
I won’t cry if you can’t love me like the way it used to feel,
We had our summer on Long Island, now there’s wounds that never heal.