If

I

wan-

ted

to

know

who

you

were

hang-

ing

with

While

I

was

gone,

I

would'-

ve

asked

you

It's

the

kind

of

cold,

fogs

up

wind-

shield

glass

But

I

felt

it

when

I

pass-

ed

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

e-

ven

You

could

call

me

"babe"

for

the

week-

end

'Tis

the

damn

sea-

son,

write

this

down

I'm

stay-

in'

at

my

pa-

rents'

house

And

the

road

not

tak-

en

looks

real

good

now

And

it

al-

ways

leads

to

you

and

my

home-

town

I

parked

my

car

right

bet-

ween

the

Me-

tho-

dist

And

the

school

that

used

to

be

ours

The

ho-

li-

days

lin-

ger

like

bad

per-

fume

You

can

run,

but

on-

ly

so

far

I

es-

caped

it

too,

re-

mem-

ber

how

you

watched

me

leave

But

if

it's

o-

kay

with

you,

it's

o-

kay

with

me

We

could

call

it

e-

ven

You

could

call

me

"babe"

for

the

week-

end

'Tis

the

damn

sea-

son,

write

this

down

I'm

stay-

in'

at

my

pa-

rents'

house

And

the

road

not

tak-

en

looks

real

good

now

Time

flies,

mes-

sy

as

the

mud

on

your

truck

tires

Now

I'm

miss-

ing

your

smile,

hear

me

out

We

could

just

ride

a-

round

And

the

road

not

tak-

en

looks

real

good

now

And

it

al-

ways

leads

to

you

and

my

home-

town

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

a-

bout

me

if

I

e-

ver

make

it

And

won-

der

a-

bout

the

on-

ly

soul

Who

can

tell

which

smiles

I'm

fak-

in'

And

the

heart

I

know

I'm

break-

in'

is

my

own

To

leave

the

warm-

est

bed

I've

e-

ver

known

We

could

call

it

e-

ven

E-

ven

though

I'm

leav-

ing

And

I'll

be

yours

for

the

week-

end

​'Tis

the

damn

sea-

son

We

could

call

it

e-

ven

You

could

call

me

"babe"

for

the

week-

end

'Tis

the

damn

sea-

son,

write

this

down

I'm

stay-

in'

at

my

pa-

rents'

house

And

the

road

not

tak-

en

looks

real

good

now

Time

flies,

mes-

sy

as

the

mud

on

your

truck

tires

Now

I'm

miss-

ing

your

smile,

hear

me

out

We

could

just

ride

a-

round

And

the

road

not

tak-

en

looks

real

good

now

And

it

al-

ways

leads

to

you

and

my

home-

town

It

al-

ways

leads

to

you

and

my

home-

town