The chill of the winter is bitter and bleak The snow on the pathway is heavy and deep So I dig in my shovel and lift it on high I'm going to shovel this snow 'til I die The end of the road looks like freedom to me I walk past the hours, I walk past the weeks And the months fall behind as I pa** the years by I'm going to walk this road 'til I die 'Til I die... I'm going to walk down this road 'til I die 'Til I die... I'm going to walk down this road 'til I die I sit on my own and no word do I speak The sky's in my head and the ground's on my feet But no pleasure's delight, no tears do I cry I'm going to sit on my own 'til I die 'Til I die... I'm going to sit on my own 'til I die 'Til I die... I'm going to sit on my own 'til I die The sound of the ocean, my feet in the sand The chill of the wind, the lie of the land The drops on my skull, the gull's lonely sound The thunder, the lightning, the rain pouring down 'Til I die ('Til I die) 'Til I die ('Til I die) 'Til I die The years are a moment, the centuries pa** I walk from the first and I crawl to the last But the silence surrounds me, in stillness I lie I'm going to pa** through these days 'til I die 'Til I die... I'm going to pa** through these days 'til I die 'Til I die... I'm going to pa** through these days 'til I die