"The Winter Of '68" lyrics

In the Winter of '68, I inherited a house from a cousin who died
I never had any lifelong friends, I just moved to The Bay and I came untied
I'm aware of the things they say, whatever you heard about me: they lied
20 years in a run-down house, and I never had trouble with the world outside

Bright lights in the middle of the night
No peace in the morning fog
News anchors can try their best to coax me out like a runaway dog

Gumshoes try to crack the code
People ringing my front door chime
I know the reason you're here, but I can't talk to the press at this time

Digging through old gas receipts and checkin' the dates like a carnival prize
Yeah, I've written to the SF Chronicle, but only to print my alibis
They don't trust the letters I write, the things that I hear, or see with my eyes
And I'm certain you've made up your mind, and nothing's gonna make you feel otherwise

Bright lights in the middle of the night
No peace in the morning fog
News anchors can try their best to coax me out like a runaway dog

Gumshoes want to crack the code
And try to tie me to the crime
I know the reason you're here, but I work talk to the press at this time

I know the reason you're here
(But I am not the Zodiac Killer)
I know the reason you're here
(But I am not the Zodiac Killer)