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