A cold wind blows when I think of you,
In the heat of a summer night...
A phone that waits for rings...
A cigarette waits for a light

And these walls don't stop the cold wind
That's blowin' on to me,
'Cause I'm dying inside and aching
And I need some company.

I am a prisoner unto myself...
I wish for dreams that won't come true.
With words I've built a wall to defend
The memories I have of you,

But these walls don't stop the cold wind
That's blowin' on to me,
'Cause I'm dying inside and aching
And I need some company.

A guitar that's kind of tired
Wants a case to get some rest.
I just had these few words to say...
I don't play songs you may request,

But these walls don't stop the cold wind
That's blowin' on to me,
'Cause I'm dying inside and aching
And I need some company.

I'm dying inside and aching
And I need some company.