Serenading

Will you come and what will I say

Oh I have been so distant and unhappy

Like I could disappearWhen 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 roomOn the road on my own

Waiting for the words to fall from your tongue

Into my earsWhen 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