It covers the roadways

It covers the hillsides

It covers the houses

It covers the frozen pines



We had the snowfall

To run all the rations dry

When we got hungry

We've taken what wasn't ours



Now we will set out

The seats are cold in this boat as we head towards the ocean

Making our way out

Trying to survive as we head out towards the ocean



I'm not sure where this river goes

But we have no choice but to follow

There was smoke in the sky over those trees

Let us hope they are kind to you and me



Let us hope

Let us hope they have enough

Winter comes it sure is rough

Maybe they'll welcome us

Won't ask much

The rations were low and we couldn't help it

So off we go



It covers the roadways

It covers the hillsides

It covers the houses

It covers the frozen pines



Now we will set out

The seats are cold in this boat as we head towards the ocean

Making our way out

Trying to survive as we head out towards the ocean