Snowbird

Words falling short, leaves hit the ground
Blowing right through, all you hear is the sound
Wind in the trees, birds in the air
Dance in the breeze while it whips through your hair
Trickling river cuts through the dirt
Knife in my side to hold in the hurt

And I hope you find some rest
And I know it's for the best

You're headed south, sun on your back
I'm holding my tongue, not holding you back
As you walk away towards bluer skies
The rain tumbles down with the tears from my eyes

And I hope you find some rest
And I know it's for the best