'tis the damn season

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with

While I was gone I would have asked you

It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass

But I felt it when I passed you

There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me

But if it's all the same to you

It's the same to me

So we could call it even

You could call me babe for the weekend

'Tis the damn season, write this down

I'm stayin' at my parents' house

And the road not taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you in my hometown

I parkеd my car right between the Methodist

And thе school that used to be ours

The holidays linger like bad perfume

You can run, but only so far

I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave

But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me

We could call it even

You could call me babe for the weekend

'Tis the damn season, write this down

I'm stayin' at my parents' house

And the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out

We could just ride around

And the road not taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you in my hometown

Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake

I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay

So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends

Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it

And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'

And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own

To leave the warmest bed I've ever known

We could call it even

Even though I'm leavin'

And I'll be yours for the weekend

'Tis the damn season

We could call it even

You could call me babe for the weekend

'Tis the damn season, write this down

I'm stayin' at my parents' house

And the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out

We could just ride around

And the road not taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you in my hometown

It always leads to you in my hometown