Will you come and what will I say
Oh I have been so distant and unhappy
Like I could disappear
When I was a boy I saw things
That no one else could see
So why am I so blind to the hope
that is all around me, filling up this room?
On the road, on my own.
Waiting for the words to fall from your tongue
into my ears
When I was a boy I could hear
Symphonies in seashells
So why am I so deaf to the sound
of the driving snow that drives me home to you