The Mist from a Lake in Winter
The Mist from a Lake in Winter
The Mist from a Lake in Winter
An eagle soars above me, heading for his home
Gliding on the rising air, wild and free to roam
It's something very special to sit and watch him go by
The only thought that comes to me is damn, I wish I could fly
If you shake it down piece by piece, hold on, wait
Take some time to understand, some time to contemplate
Maybe just sit a while and push everything to the side
The only thought that'll come to you is damn, it's good to be alive
The Mist from a Lake in Winter
To the sound of nature, damn, it's good to be alive
The only thing that's left to say is damn, it's good to be
Damn, it's good to be
Damn, it's good to be alive
It's good to be alive
So good to be alive
It's good to be alive
Yes, it is