[Intro] [Verse] He left the morning after panicked and confused The night it was a blur but his knuckles they were bruised The sign just flipped to open as he stumbled from the storm A pack of smokes a lighter that he stole out of her drawer [Chorus] Oh you get colder You get old-er every day [Interlude] [Verse] In the in back of El Ranchero collecting all the scraps coaster with number and dented baseball bat He dialed unfamiliar digits maybe deep into Durango There’s a city made of tin cans and another made of gold [Chorus] Oh you get colder You get old-er every day [Solo - same as verse] . . . . . . . [Verse] They’re searching high and low for a place to call home From Tecate to Bisbee Tucson to Jerome The whippoorwills awaken as he loathes another flaw No family of his own just the ones that he forgot [Chorus] Oh you get colder You get old-er every day [Chorus] Oh you get colder You get old-er every day [Outro]