So many times, the same old story
Sometimes it gets just a little bit boring
The same old words, the same old songs
The same old things I’ve done all along
And I’m just too stubborn to let it go

The feelings still rise, then they still fall
The phone still rings those same old calls
The same old voices in the same old ears
The same old sorrows, the same old tears
And I’m just too stubborn to let it go

But who needs to let go anyway?
Half the fun is hanging on
Even if the good is all-but-gone
Who needs to let go anyway?
It’s all I have here left to hold
Though the story’s getting old
If nothing else, at least I still
Feel the cold

So many faces, all the new names
In the end they play this game the same
A little more act, a little less truth
A little less trust, a better-tied noose
And I’m far too stubborn to let it go

But who needs to let go anyway?
Half the fun is hanging on
Even if the good is all-but-gone
Who needs to let go anyway?
It’s all I have here left to hold
Though the story’s getting old
If nothing else, at least I still
Feel the cold

And though the story’s getting old
I could never let it go
And if nothing else I’ve not grown numb
To the cold . . .