I drove to the winner's estate
With a sash on my arm
In the car
With the snow falling down
While I planned my greatest escape
The driver won't know in the snow
All my time
I find my mind fly
To islands of silence
I'll sing till morning comes
I plowed through the snowy charade
Till the snow on the ground turned to brown
And the clouds went their way
Horizons and still golden lakes
Oh I'll make it somehow
But all my time
I find my mind fly
To islands of silence
I'll sing till morning
I've been wondering
If I should fight but I'll flee
I've been traveling
For miles and miles
I've been wondering
If I should fight but I'll flee
I've been traveling
For miles and miles