Used to the Cold

Just another Tuesday night And the bills aren't paid He yells at me like it's his job But I take it all in stride He cracks himself another beer He says it helps keep his head clear I slip out the door My shift starts at midnight It's the dead of winter The air is bitter The nights are as long as they will ever be Isn't it strange How we all get used to the cold? We met back in college It was easy then We had plans to buy a boat And see every beach on the map Days and years came and went Everything I made he spent On bottles and bottles and bottles Of nothin' but dreams turned into sand Now it's the dead of winter The air is bitter The nights are as long as they will ever be Isn't it strange How we all get used to the cold? Now it's the dead of winter The air is bitter The nights are as long as they'll ever be Isn't it strange How we all get used to the cold?