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
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
And seems to move the bedroom walls
The trees all covered in white
With the snowflakes to the ground
She holds her face between her hands
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
Afraid he′ll see her fade out of reach
Unable to keep his own eyes dry