The Old Man's Talkin'

The Old Man's Talkin'
(© A. McCue Milkman's Daughter Music APRA-ASCAP)

In the cold of the evening I found myself walking alone
It was quiet all around, just the sound of my boots on the road
The old man said don't go, 'pressure is low, I can smell snow'
But I was burning with desire, had to see ya, I just had to go

The sun died like a fire, the night was a river of ink
And as the temperature dropped to freezing I started to think
The old man told me to stay
But desire was calling me 'come out to play'
Now I'm walking through the darkness of a winter night losing my way

Hey, Hey, Won't you come out to play?
Hey, Hey, we got so many ways
Hey, Hey, Won't you come out to play?

Sure as hell the snow came heavy upon my mind and my body
They say lust is bad for you and ecstasy too
You shouldn't please yourself too much
I felt the weight of my sins start to close me in, I began to fall...

Hey, Hey, won't you come out to play?
Hey, Hey, we got so many ways
Hey, Hey, won't you come out to play?

Hey, Hey, Won't you come out to play?
Hey, Hey, we got so many ways
Hey, Hey, Won't you come out to play?

Now I'm lying in the snow, it's all coming down on me
All the lies that I told, how I caused so much misery
I got someone waiting at home and I'm lying here all on my own
If love was the drug I don't feel it anymore

Hey, Hey, won't you come out to play?
Hey, Hey, we got so many ways
Hey, Hey, won't you come out to play?
Hey, Hey, won't you come out to play?
Hey, Hey, we got so many ways
Hey, Hey, won't you come out to play?

The old man's talkin', there won't be no walking home....