I watched the rain fall on Galveston|Just to watch it go|The nights prove heavy and the days are short|And I've never been so cold|I don't really know who I am these days|But I know I have been further from the train|The funny thing about forsaken heart|Sometimes works better that way||I watched from my window as the snow falls down|Two thousand miles in a dream|My boy Elvis here's what I don't see|I don't know what I'd do without him|I don't really know who I am these days|But I know I have been further from the same|The funny thing about forsaken heart|Sometimes works better that way||When I wake up in the morning|And I see that big orange in the sky|At least I know I held you for a moment|Everything's got its place in time||I don't really know who I am these days|But I'm pretty sure I know I know who I'm not|The funny thing about a beating heart is I know one day it'll stop||