Hope this place don't never change - Ryan Adams

She's got the brown eyes, yeah, and they're pretty as hell,
And they'll burn through your shirt if you're holding her still.
She's got a lighter, and a lit cigarette,
And if you're making her smile, that's just as high as you can get.

Do you remember stormy winter? Well button up your coat, one's comin' soon

As a man I ain’t never been much for sunny days.
I’m as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange.
But when the color goes out of my eyes, it’s usually the change.
But damn, Sam, I love a woman that rains.