Cold

I watch the misty morning sun, shining in the sky
Often wondered what it took to stay alive
This one time I was laughing, this one time I did cry
It's too hard to forget you and your awful crime
And it's cold, and I'm getting old, cold

The stonewalls are a crumbling, the fire's going out
The birds they get together and head on South
Each day I think of something, each week I try to do
Each month and year that passes, I'm stuck on you
And it's cold, and I'm getting old, cold

Black coffee in the morning before I get out of bed
The song I dreamt I wrote for you spinning in my head
The crystal moon has fallin out of the dirty sky
For certain, for a long time that you are gonna die
And it's cold, and I'm getting old, cold

The apple it has fallen off of the hanging tree
Ya feel that rope around your neck and your eyeballing me
Black coffee in the evening now you're lying dead
The song I never wrote for you buried in my head
And it's cold, and I'm getting old, cold
Now you're cold, and you aint getting no older, Cold