When a love grows cold
Like the fire come dawn

It is a bigger tune
Old homes know through and through


When is it too soon to walk
When to run dry of talk from burning just the same
Was it easier in days gone by, clear skies and storms alike

And words of ties that bind

From time to time, a man must go

But let me tell you friend, it is a long way down

When is it too soon to walk

When to run dry of talk from burning just the same
Was it easier in days gone by, clear skies and storms alike
And words of ties that bind


When the whining's free but the love's still true
It's been done before, you can work it through



When a love grows cold

Like the fire come dawn
It is a bigger tune