Alex McMurray

west of the wind and east of you

and i don't know what i'm gonna do

thought i'd found the perfect town

but they been throwing your name around

they're closing down the 84

and i can't hold this wheel no more

hide my memory in my boot

leave my name in another suit

and it's cold it's cold

it's cold it's cold

it's cold as a knife right here

old man crying on the telephone

little girl about half grown

went all wrong but she couldn't say

why'd she throw it all away

and in the end she's just like me

in the navy in '93

got drunk on a watch and then

never had to look at Norfolk again

and it's a cold it's a cold

it's cold it's cold

it's cold as a knife right here

i wanna say the road is just a killer

it’s long and cold and black

i gotta see what’s over that hill

but the road will never bring me back

that one time we all were there

with the wine and the folding chairs

pitching horseshoes in the sun

and we laughed just like anyone

but now we’re scattered just dry leaves

and i got nothing up my sleeves

you’re my soul my sin my star

good luck to you wherever you are

and it's cold it's cold

it's cold it's cold

it's cold as a knife right here