Cold Lyrics - David Wilcox

You ever wonder why you get a cold 

Look at the word, spell it, C-old 

C-old, you're pulled over by the reaper for a warning 

He says,"I clocked you thinking 80 

You know you're not that old 

You've been worried about the darkness in the morning" 

"Well, I'll give you something to worry about", he says 

Flips open his ticket pad, appreciates your breathing 

I'm gonna write you up a headache for those thoughts 

Now why you been so worried, man? What have you been reading? 

And why do you have to tally all you've lost? 

I'ma write you up a head cold, it comes on like bad weather 

So maybe you'll appreciate the warming 

See, it gives a new perspective, soon you'll be feeling better 

I'll let you off this time with a warning 

He says, "But take it easy, alright, people live around here" 

You won't see him in time 

What I'm trying to say is, you'll miss him