Cold Day in Hell

I got the letter that you left in my mailbox, sometimes love ain't meant to last forever
It turns me back into the stone man I was before
Been diving back into that Tennessee Whiskey, at least it has the decency to tell me it missed me
Open all my windows lock the front door

And it'll be a cold day in hell before I let you back into my bed
And it'll be a cold day in hell before these thoughts of you fill up my head
I'm holding on, I'm holding on, and letting you go

Too numb to feel the wind across my face, too blind to see the shadows dancing in their place
Too wise to ever let you walk back in through the door

And it'll be a cold day in hell before I let you back into my bed
And it'll be a cold day in hell before these thoughts of you fill up my head
I'm holding on, I am holding on

I'm saying goodbye
one last time
I'm saying goodbye

It'll be a cold day in hell before I let you back into my bed
And it'll be a cold day in hell before these thoughts of you fill up my head

And it'll be a cold day in hell before I let you back into my bed
And it'll be a cold day in hell before these thoughts of you fill up my head
I'm holding on, I am holding on
And letting you go