Thoughts are scattered like leaves In the autumn wind Shadows riding on the breeze Fall upon like the rain Crawling through cynical times But there's a light in the distance oh so far away Soon the snow will fall Soon the cold will creep in Soon we will fall asleep And when we wake up it's already dark Crawling trough cynical times But there's a light in the distance oh so far away Follow her footprints in the snow But it's late March and soon the snow must go