Footprints

(альбом: Press To Play - 1986)

It's beautiful outside, an old hand gathers wood
Can he see me sitting here? His mind is somewhere else
His friends have flown away, he's left out in the cold
He won't sit by my fire, he says he likes it in the snow
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow

It's getting dark outside, the old hand's going home
Has he someone waiting there? Or is he living on his own?
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow

White blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didn't see
Oh white blanket covers the memory
Of all that used to be, all that used to be
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way
He can't help feeling that she might come back someday

It's beautiful outside, a magpie looks for food
The old hand throws a crumb
Do you think he's found a friend?
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow

White blanket, hiding the traces of paths he didn't take
Oh white blanket covers the memory
Of moves he didn't make
Oh white blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didn't see
Snow white blanket simply covers the memory
Of all that used to be
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way
He can't help feeling that she might come back someday