A.j. Croce Cold
Well it’s cold, cold, cold…
Cold as a winter sea
I hope I’ll never be
Cold as the night she left
And it’s cold, cold, cold…
Cold as a graveyard
I’m taking it hard
Cold as the night she left
Bridge
Here I am
Wishing there was more
Cause where I stand
Is where she stood before
So it’s cold, cold, cold…
Cold as the morning frost
Without her I am lost
Cold as the night she left
