Light is fading fast on an early afternoon
If those clouds start breaking up
You may see half the moon
There's a blizzard out behind the window
He's alone in a quiet station bar
Hears another old country song
He says, bartender, d-dangerous fables
And returns to his corner table
Doesn't know how long he's able
To keep the cold outside
Bartender, play that song again
We'll drink the night away
A fallen angel doesn't know
How long he's able to keep the cold outside
She doesn't know how long it's been
But knows it won't take long now
His bags are packed, tries to flag a cab
Down on an empty road
A street light swings
And seems to move the bedroom walls
The trees all covered in white
That will soon dissolve
The moments float down
With the snowflakes to the ground
She holds her face between her hands
Not making a sound
But thinks, I would go if I was able
Leave a note on the kitchen table
But she can only picture pain
Go to sleep, it's cold outside
Tired bones don't hold her stable
As she waits by the door
Afraid he'll see her fade out of reach
Unable to keep his own eyes dry
ain