Go, cover your tracks in the snow Time is slow My hands are empty Go home Years concrete and cold They stared me down Avoid town Hollow and empty And falling down
Oh, we searched all night For a piece of bread And when it comes Give it to the birds instead
Today he was here Holding my arms All's not lost Your head's not empty Come home Oh we searched all night For a piece of bread And then when it comes Give it to the birds instead
