Your feet will always move to find place to walk in solitude Your feet will always be the best friends that you'll ever know So spend all your waking hours And count all your time in miles Until you can't hold up no more When your feet are frostbitten And your brain is frostbitten And you can't even feel your nose Then let your soul Stretch open arms This canvas of all your days All the red cells that you did The colors of all those nights The rain followed you to bed And soaked the sheets through Before, the angels know what you did When showers come down to clean your soul Your lungs still find the time to breath the sweet, sweet air in this latitude But sweet still mingles with the sour that pushes down on us below You let the angels know what you did When showers come down to clean your soul