Snows of good intentions
There is a cross in this snow, there is a trail of blood, and that — is the only thing, I’ll follow.
There’s a horizon I can’t really see, except for what the headlights show. PHOTO: SHUTTERSTOCK
There is a cross on the ground I walk,
There is a cross in this snow.
There are footsteps of God knows who,
Tire tracks of Old Chevy Malibu’s.
There’s a horizon I can’t really see,
Except for what the headlights show.
There are moody storms with patches of snow,
But it just always seems there’s more and more and more — snow.
There is blood in the snow and it shines bright and red,
There are people who walk past me, behind me,
In front of me — but no one notices.
There is a cross on the ground,
There is a cross in this snow,
There is a trail of blood, and that —
Is the only thing, I’ll follow.