The northern country snow sings
An early winter soft like static, down

Quaking in the breeze like aspen leaves
Silver whispers blanketing the ground

Cloak my body in my woolen coat
Keep me warm, walk the frozen earth

Watch them slowpoke clouds pass like city crowds
And carry on in a separate world

The freezing wind tastes sharp
Sweet like fire smoke, fixed upon the cold

And this tiny town yields a tiny sound
Like fever hands, so fragile in our hold

I walk lonely through the falling snow
But loneliness for now is what I need

My soul just needs a little space to breathe

The same old season shift, same old townie friends
Same old hungry feeling for something more in all of this
But I will wander through this evening
Through the passing of all things
Over the swinging bridge, fallen road
The icy hill and the fading old brown leaves