I'm fresh out of ideas - I'm fresh out of meaning
I'm fresh out of patience for reason, fresh out of faith for believing

All my life - watching as it's slipping by, all these wells are running dry
Can you bring it - can you bring it to me?
I need some redeeming, I'm here to find some feeling

I'm fresh out of ideas but looking for some meaning
I'm so tired of all that I'm seeing, I'm ready for a change of the season

And a cool breeze is blowing in - the evening is deepening
These nights are my favorite times - yeah these are my favorite times

When you bring it - yeah you bring it to me.
Because you bring it to me - near to me, dear to me

I wrote these words just for you, I hope you find their meaning
I hope the feeling reaches you - I hope the feeling carries through

And the cold night comes pouring in, while the evening is deepening
With you are my favorite times (favorite times...)
And a cool breeze is blowing in - and the evening is deepening
These nights are my favorite times - these nights are my favorite times