(Carly Simon/Don Grolnick/Mike 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