Skin

It's getting cold out, won't you let me in?
I'll seek some comfort in my own skin
It's awfully quiet out in the woods all alone
And through the trees I see the lights to my home

Went home to get fed, ate until I was full
Our old sled, still starts by pull
Through open fields going fast as we can
I always think how much I'll miss my dad

When he's gone
When he's gone



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Hooker, Benjamin John Hooker
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