OLD COLD

It won't change a thing It won't fix the people It won't hold the train while you're running to catch up It won't stop the flames It won't board the windows It won't tell the rain Whether or not to come When the night gets cold And the day feels old I'd rather be in bed It might be a while Before it feels helpful Sometimes just thinking of the sun Can wake you up It might ease the pain Sort of a little It might be okay To call it when you've had enough When the night gets cold Or the day feels old I'd rather be in bed I'd rather be in bed I'd rather be in bed I'd rather be in bed Watching the moon moves through the trees And the wind rattling the leaves The blanket draped over our legs I'd rather be in bed with you Oh-oh-oh, with you Oh-oh-oh, with you Oh-oh-oh, with you Oh-oh-oh, with you Oh-oh-oh, with you Oh-oh-oh It won't change a thing To just close your eyelids Roll over and forget What you've been thinking of