(Verse 1)
And if the fall
Brings a shovel to your door
And winter's hounds
Will meet you in that hoard
And when that call
Finally settles in my palm
If i start digging
I'll find the time to call
Would you be there?
It's bounding down my alleyway
And no one's waking up
So I am running into the street
I meet the morning at my feet
I meet the traffic at my feet
And I feel fine