When a love grows cold

Like the fire come dawn

It is a bigger tune

Old homes know through and through

When is it too soon to walk
When to run dry of talk from
burning just the same

Was it easier in days gone by
clear skies and storms alike
And words of ties that bind

From time to time a man must go

But let me tell you friend

it is a long way down

When is it too soon to walk

When to run dry of talk from
burning just the same

Was it easier in days gone by
clear skies and storms alike
And words of ties that bind

When the whining's free but the love's still true

It's been done before you can work it through