Before the Falling Snow

Sometimes you wonder how long, waiting for your round
Enough to write a song, plant a tree from the ground
Watch it grow to the sky, nuts are falling down
No bother to ask why, it’s always the same old town
How many lines you write
Stopped counting long ago
Stretching wings for flight
Before the falling snow
Having too much to do, never noticing the change
Too far in the new, normal has gone strange
Only a few words, will put you in your place
Watching all the birds, singing is all they say
How many lines you write
Stopped counting long ago
Stretching wings for flight
Before the falling snow
All ready for the trip, a new stage on the scene
Writing your own script, that started from your dreams
How far you’ll fall, your bones could be sold
Hanging on the wall, the stories worth more than gold
How many lines you write
Stopped counting long ago
Stretching wings for flight
Before the falling snow