Maybe you've got your reasons
To leave me out here in the cold
But I am not that bad, 
Not as you've been told

Been running on gold fever
Further away from home

Sure I had my reasons
To leave you out here in the cold
But you are not that bad
You carried more than your hands could hold

Fallen ashes on my bedside table
Burning stains in my carpet floor
Waiting for balance but remain unstable
Learning faster than I ever had to learn before

Maybe you've got reasons
To leave me out here in the cold
But I am not that bad
Not as you've been told

Been running on gold fever
Further away from home
Been busy falling over
Tryin' to standin' up alone