It's Cold Out

A look in the mirror says all he needs to know
Shows more in a minute than in a whole lifetime of show
Back to the room, try to face down the stares
He understands so much more than he cares

And it's cold out in Boston, it's cold out in Ferndale
It's cold out in Oxford, but it's colder in here
Just can't seem to get it right on this cold, dark December night

Finds himself walking so much easier alone
The winter chill's cutting through, feels it deep in his soul
Back to the bar, drown the doubts, that's the drills
In its warm embrace he still feels a growing chill

And the room smells like lager, whiskey, and failure
Best destination for the loser he feels
And it's... cold out in Winslow, cold out in Harlem
Cold out in SoHo but it's colder in here
Just can't seem to get it right
On this cold, dark December night

It's so much easier to expect nothing
When there's nothing left to give
Why should he try and fail again
When you can just fail ...
Just fail... Just fail to live

And it's cold out in Boston, it's cold out in Ferndale
It's cold out in Oxford but it's colder in here
And it's... cold out in Winslow, cold out in Harlem
Cold out in SoHo but it's colder in here
Just can't seem to get it right
On this cold, dark December night
It's cold out now