Can you feel me? Would you touch me? Can you help me? Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles Hey you, don't help them to bury the light Don't give in without a fight

Chainsmoking your love It's getting harder to breathe Can't be good for my sanity Can't be good for my lungs I know my lease is up and the bailiff's at the door And still I'm hanging on to the life we had before I know this cold love won't lead me to the

Spaces between us Who's gonna be the first to say goodbye? Oh spaces between us Keep getting deeper It's harder to reach you Even though I try Hold all our secrets Leaving us speechless And I don't know why

It's only getting worse, Behold this bitter curse, It's only getting worse, the end is nigh. Am I awake or dreaming? Is this the life we're breaking? Why stay alive when dying is much easier? It's not gonna end the way you want, The end is nigh

And I know that you know I saw you standing there So damn hard, hard to let you go So damn hard, hard to let you go go go go go go So hard to let you go 'Cause it was getting a little cold outside Why don't you come inside for a while And I know that you

Take a look at my heart. I seen my old lady's boyfriend. He don't look nothing like me, 'Cept for a bit of confusion; Same kind she laid on me. You don't know what you're getting into; She's gonna tear you apart. You're going places I've been to; You're

Can you feel me? Would you touch me? Can you help me? Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles Hey you, don't help them to bury the light Don't give in without a fight

But I told you so I hate that it didn't work out this time I was getting kinda used to calling you mine Now you're gone for good I wanted you to prove me wrong And I hate to say that I told you so (told you so) All the nights, and the fights 'Til we

I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground To have me a woman that I can't control You're just getting ready for some cypress grove Well

Sitting here at the Flora-Bama Fall in and out of love in the same night At the Flora-Bama Bout to open up a big old can of good times, unwind Can't say I got a whole lot of cares I'm in the red neck riviera It's getting crazy, getting hammered Sitting