I don't want to go The night hangs on the grass It's cold outside your door mama Everything outside is made of glass Won't you lay with me Until the sun crawls out of bed The leaves blow lonely down the street I don't want to feel that way again I'm through with disappearing And living like a ghost And if your mouth has a memory I believe I'll quit the road Your eyes to embarrass The clock with it's hands on tomorrow Your voice to bandage the wounded wind Your heart to drown the sorrows They say hold on to your love Until it breaks or leaves you stranded Then you devote the rest of your dying days To denying that it ever happened So won't you make me a pallet And let me lie down with you again It's cold outside your window mama Everything outside is made of rain