Like a new winter's coat
I'm wearing your last embrace
Like a cold quenching glass of water
I hold a clear picture of your face

When are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
'Cause soon I'll be cold and thirsty

I'm hearing your last telephone call
Ringing louder and clearer than the rest
I hear your invitation to see it all
Better written, I am smitten, no protest

So when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
'Cause soon I'll be bored and lonely

I'm tasting the last glass of your wine
The sweet taste linger left on lips
I'm tasting your sweet kisses with mine
The sweet taste lingers left on lips

So when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
'Cause soon I'll be sober and unkissed