Lord, it’s cold outside tonight
How I wish, Lord, the light should come
So cold outside,
In my younger days,
I almost lost my mind
In the summer of my days, swallowed anything I’d find
If I knew then what I know now,
I would have left it all behind
Lord, I drank myself to sleep,
and you know I woke up cryin’
I drugged myself to sleep,
how I used to wake up cryin’
Only one thing that I’m sure of—
only grace kept me from dyin’
In my younger days
People looked at me
like I was in my prime
Didn’t know fact from fiction,
not a dollar from a dime
In my younger days
In my younger days
Like a bolt of lightnin’
through my windowpane
I saw the writin’ on my wall,
and there I saw my name
In my younger days,
I finally hit the ground
I saw the door to paradise, and how I cried out loud
In my younger days
In my younger days
I met love—and it moved me
Gone from lost to bein’ found
