The Coldest Night Of The Year

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