It's beautiful outside
An old man gathers wood
Can he see me sitting here?
His mind is somewhere else
His friends have flown away
He's left out in the
cold
He won't sit by my fire
He says he likes it in the snow
Where footprints never go
He likes it in the snow It's getting dark outside
The old man's going home
Is there someone waiting there?
Is he living on his own?
Where footprints never go
He likes it in the snow
A white blanket
hiding the traces of tears she didn't see
A white blanket covers the memory of all that used to be
All that used to be
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way
He can't help feeling that she might come back someday
It's beautiful outside A lightbulb looks for food
An old hand throws a crumb
Did you think he's found a friend?
Where footprints never go
He likes it in the snow
A white
blanket
hiding the traces of paths you didn't take
A white blanket covers the memory of rooms you didn't make
You've gone out A white blanket hiding
the traces of tears she didn't see
A snow white blanket simply covers the memory of all that used to be
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way
He can't help feeling that she might come back someday