Sitting on a bench here, thinking 'bout the temperature Wondeing if the anchors call for rain Why would I return here, just to crash and burn here All this place has offered me is pain Nothing to report here, just a rusty port here Still an empty dock that needs a nail Thinking as I sit here, it's hard to just forget here How can you feel wind and not see sails It's colder than it looks outside And I got, nothing but time I thought love would make it easy Didn't see failure in the cards Each time the river bends, we're falling from the start I didn't know love would make it hard What does and old guitar say? What does a deck of cards say? How does an empty barstool pass the time? The way this feeling feeds me, I almost think it needs me You can't fill old bottles with new wine I thought love would make it easy Didn't see failure in the cards Each time the river bends, we're falling from the start I didn't know love would make it hard Didn't know love would make it hard Sitting on a bench here, thinking 'bout the temperature Wondeing if the anchors call for rain