I was up all night, socializing Trying to keep the latent depression from crystalizing Now the sun is lurking just behind the Scarborough horizon And you're not even here On the coldest night of the year I took in Yonge Street at a glance Heard the punkers playing Watched the bikers dance Everybody wishing they could go to the south of France And you're not even here On the coldest night of the year Hey look at me now See the shape I'm in It's taken me so long to catch on to what's going on Inside this skin When two lovers really love there's nothing there But this suddenly compact universe Skin and breath and hair I watched the all night TV show In the all night bar I drove all the people home I was the one with the car Now I'm sitting here alone and sleepless And wondering where you are And wishing you were here On the coldest night of the year