You drove by me in your warm new car

I was walking down the street

You looked so comfortable with your backs

Against your heat-controlled seats

I slipped on some frozen mud

And started sliding

And the records that the world was spinning

Started skipping

And it felt like the muscle

Had all turned to fat

So we got what we got

And we lack what we lack

And the things that we lose

We can never get back

So hold on to them tight

When they're under attack

The world is so cold and frozen

Checking out at the market

You came in all cold and soakin'

It made me think of all the time gone by

Since the two of us had spoken

My heart went dumb, my hands went numb

And my grocery bags went falling

To see you stalking down the aisles

While right beside you he was walking

And it felt like the muscle

Had all turned to fat

So we got what we got

And we lack what we lack

And the things that we lose

We can never get back

So hold on to them tight

When they're under attack

Since you've gone I can't seem to manage to lift myself up

Or pick myself up

And it felt like the muscle

Had all turned to fat

So we got what we got

And we lack what we lack

And the things that we lose

We can never get back

So hold on to them tight

When they're under attack