Marc Cohn - Blow On Chilly Wind

A little gray around the crown
A little hint of slowing down
She puts on some old evening gown
And dances alone
Years are hazy and days are slow
The seasons come and the reasons go
And while the wind and memory blows
She turns to stone

SayinBlow on, blow on chilly wind
Go ahead and blow
Blow on chilly wind
Just let the chilly wind blow
Yeah let the chilly wind blow

Down the halls that whisper names
Through the walls and the picture frames
It's not just old in here
It's swirling underneath the door