Serenading
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 at twenty-two

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 at twenty-two

To the sound of the driving snow

That drives me home to you