Happy Homestead 12 songs on the paradox of the human condition... ...and a waltz
Angels In the Snow
Sometimes I hear voices in the night
They will whisper to me 'bout my plight
They say go ahead and shed those tears
Hearin' all those voices from all my yesteryears.
Round and round we go, angels in the snow
Dashing to and fro to stay ahead
Of the time we could not say
Of the price we could not pay
Of the sins we've tucked away and left behind.
The haze slips in gives them a chance to speak
I hear them when my daytime walls are weak
They tell me things that I already know
In my heart of hearts I just got to let them go.
Our stories go on back ten thousand years
Our little lives comprised of all our fears
Passed on to us by others in the game
The wheels go 'round through endless halls of shame.
Round and round we go, angels in the snow
Dashing to and fro to stay ahead
Of the time we could not say
Of the price we could not pay
Of the sins we've tucked away and left behind
