(Carly SimonDon GrolnickMike Mainieri)

This gray sky

Is good for cryin'

These November gray woods

Open to the fields

I came out here

In the cold

For my poor heart

Has turned to frost



I don't understand

What you just told me

What is all this about

About just being friends

It's a lousy lie

And a far cry

From what goes on

Between you and me



Pain, in pain

I'm in pain



You held me close to you

I didn't tell you what to do

We were burnin', burnin'

Burnin', burnin'

You made love to me

We were cryin', we were flyin'

We were dyin' in these fields

We'd come out here in the soft nights

I was sunburned under you



Pain, in pain

I'm in pain



So you want me to say

Do you want me to say, you want me to say

Say that I don't love you

Do you want me to smile, try, lie

And look away

How far away all the stars seem

And that gypsy moon

Cries, "You're a fool"