Thrown out the door
I think I'll walk tonight
To try to drive would be suicide
I took another shot of Triple Sec
I know it's gross
But it's all I had left
And I'm cold
And it's snowing
Breakaheart Road
Can you take me down
I have no clue
Where I am tonight
I'm thinking maybe
I got into a fight
There's blood on my coat
And my shirt is torn
And I'm cold
I want to go home
Breakaheart Road
Can you take me home