When you're waiting for someone,
to come and bring you pain,
you're telling us your head's in the drain.
When you're waiting for the storm,
but you don't have a nice seat,
you're biting off more than just a treat.
But the ice in the cold,
it makes us all feel old.
And I don't want to be,
the one to stop and see,
because I don't risk,
as much as I could.
And I don't care,
but I probably should.
I'll shed a tear,
it'll be worthwhile.
Come on honey,
and flash that pretty smile.
When you're too weak to go on,
but you still insist that you're all right,
then I won't stop you from going to fight.
But the ice in the cold,
it makes us all feel old.
And I don't want to be,
the one to stop and see,
because I don't risk,
as much as I could.
And I don't care,
but I probably should.
I'll shed a tear,
it'll be worthwhile.
Come on honey,
and flash that pretty smile.
You think that you're older,
you think that you've grown.
You think that it's okay,
to be all alone.
But you don't know,
the truth and where it is.
Do you have the guts,
to stop and give help?
Do you have the guts,
to stop and give help?
Do you have the guts,
to stop and give help?
I sure as hell,
hope you do.