Tracks in the Snow

Whoa, I hear the quiet now

Of paper airplanes falling down

Whoa, the branches of every tree

Bend like a cathedral over me

Down where the river bends, everyone's waiting

But that's not the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow

There's a box in my hands as I go

Wrapped up in scarlet and gold

For you

Whoa, there's a choir upon the wind

Singing old familiar hymns

And my ears they're playing tricks on me

I can almost hear your harmony

Down where the river bends, that's where you're waiting

You are the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow

There's a box in my hands as I go

Wrapped up in scarlet and gold

For you (2x)

Down where the river bends, nobodies waiting

But there's still a reason for making these tracks in the snow

Down at the end of the road

I'll clear a place in the snow

Leave this box wrapped in scarlet and gold

For you (2x)