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