A dark, cold southern night, the rain is pouring, the wind is blowing And im trying to find my way back home but I think Im lost Little dark tavern in the middle of the city, singing songs that we havent sung in so long Like old times, trying to find my way back home, but I think Im slow Breaks my heart to think of all the good times long since past, the good times never last, never coming back Its time for me to be moving on, write a brand new song A dark, cold southern night, the rain is pouring, the wind is blowing And im trying to find my way back home but I think Im lost
trying, pouring, dark, blowing, think