Cold Moon

I laid awake last night in a bed we never shared
Felt like something was missing that was never really there
What is it about that feeling?
What is it about that feeling?

Oh when you hold me
And you’re near
The real home of the brave
The actual land of the free

Cold moon’s a-coming
And who’ll keep you warm
I’ve got extra blankets
And here comes the storm

She calls him on the telephone and he recalls her beauty
But, like a Blue Jay, doesn’t sing the prettiest song
What is it about that feeling?
What is it about that feeling?

Oh when you hold me
And you’re near
The real home of the brave
The actual land of the free

Cold moon’s a-coming
And who’ll keep you warm
I’ve got extra blankets
And here comes the storm

Oh when you hold me
And you’re near
The real home of the brave
The actual land of the free

Cold moon’s a-coming
And who’ll keep you warm
I’ve got extra blankets
And here comes the storm