The northern country snow sings
An early winter soft like static, down
Quaking in the breeze like aspen leaves
Silver whispers blanketing the ground
Cloak my body in my woolen coat
Keep me warm, walk the frozen earth
Watch them slowpoke clouds pa** like city crowds
And carry on in a separate world
The freezing wind tastes sharp
Sweet like fire smoke, fixed upon the cold
And this tiny town yields a tiny sound
Like fever hands, so fragile in our hold
I walk lonely through the falling snow
But loneliness for now is what I need
My soul just needs a little space to breathe
The same old season shift, same old townie friends
Same old hungry feeling for something more in all of this
But I will wander through this evening
Through the pa**ing of all things
Over the swinging bridge, fallen road
The icy hill and the fading old brown leaves