staring out a motel window watching as the moon glows can you feel the cold and i can barely sleep anymore counting roaches on the floor is this really my home caught my reflection in a window where did my youth go my skin weathered by the cold and the burden of stories that won t get told can you hear the thunder roll that s the sound of a heart grown cold can you hear the thunder roll that s the sound of a heart grown cold driving on i 5 south just thinking about how it could ve turned out and i ain t never been this low now all i got left are the songs that i wrote caught my reflection in the window where did my youth go my skin weathered by the smoke cause the only peace i know is the end of a newport still bitter still cold still using mud to fill the cracks in my soul and i know there s no hope can you hear the thunder roll 