&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?

To the sound, to the sound
To the sound
To the sound, to the sound
To the sound
To the sound, to the sound
To the sound
To the sound, to the sound
To the sound

(To the sound, to the sound, to the sound)
Of the driving snow that drives me home to you?
(To the sound, to the sound, to the sound)
Of the driving snow that drives me home to you?
(To the sound, to the sound, to the sound)
Of the driving snow that drives me home to you?
(To the sound, to the sound, to the sound)
Of the driving snow that drives me home to you?