Neil was a masterpiece last night
When he stumbled off the side of the stage
You laughed when I asked you to meet me in the bathroom
But I guess I didn't think it was a funny thing to say
And, I hope that keeping your options open
Turns out to be as good an idea as you thought it would be
Don't come to me when freedom turns its back on you
The way that freedom turned its back on me

Neil was a masterpiece last night
When he shattered glass all over the floor
You and I were standing in the street, watching cars go by
When I started to wonder what I really came to the city for
And I guess I could apologize for being lazy and listless
But who I choose to get in bed with isn't anybody's business
Don't come to me when freedom turns its back on you
The way that freedom often tends to do

You were right about the weather, I guess I'll just be cold forever
Even if it hits 100 degrees
I guess I'll just settling in to sleep
And dream
You were right about the weather, I guess I'll just be cold forever

Neil was a masterpiece last night
When we pissed his name perfectly into the snow
And, as impressed as I was, I was cold and I was buzzed
So I walked inside and I made myself at home
I couldn't care about the consequences of anybody's actions
Least of all my own
Every time that freedom rears its ugly head
I know that I'm about to spend a lot of time alone

Neil was a masterpiece last night
When he threw his arms up over his head
And said, "Tonight's a night for making plans and promises,
And shaking hands."
At least I think that's what he said
I was trying to find a word to describe our situation
When a friends said, "We're all optionless"
I came to you when freedom turned its back on me,
And now it looks as though I might've made a mess

You were right about the weather,I guess I'll just be cold forever
Even if it hits 100 degrees
I guess I'll just settle in to sleep,
And dream
You were right about me, Heather, I guess I'll just be stoned forever
And settle in to brace myself for the big freeze