Out of Reach

Sitting out on the back steps You let out a big breath With lingering smoke from your last cigarette I know, I know, I know, I know that was a few months ago I remember it was warm then, now it's cold I watch the weather on TV I watch the green on the screen cover up this stupid fucking city And now it's like you won't believe All the things I want and need Just seems so fucking out of reach for me Sitting out on the back porch We talked for hours, you don't smoke no more And then I never felt closer to anyone before Now I know, I know, I know that was many years ago We were so young then; now we're old I watch the weather on TV I watch the green on the screen cover up this stupid fucking city And now it's like you can't believe All the things I want and need It just seems so fucking out of reach for me It seems so fucking out of reach for me Seems so fucking out of reach for me For me, for me Seems so fucking out of reach for me For me, for me Seems so fucking out of reach for me