The wind cried in its song;
It was a cold, dark, rainy noon.
And you timed it all too wrong
To take flight when I needed you most.
You numbed my heart throwing it out into the cold.
You drowned me - a grown man, in a pool of tears,
And left me for dead.
Oh, woman! Who'd have known
You'd have such a cold heart.
Let it be known today, and I find it too regretful
To have even for once,
Thought the woman is the warmest of us.