Where I came from there were no hills at all,
the land was flat, the highway straight and wide.
My brother and I would drive for hours
like we’d years instead of days,
our faces as pale as the dirty snow.
Once i knew there was a love divine
then came a time I thought it
knew me not.
Who can forgive forgiveness when forgiveness is not,
only the land as white as snow.
And the water, it was icy
as it washed over me
and the moon shined above me.
Now this dry ground it bears no fruit at all
only ? under a crescent moon.
The road refuses strangers,
the land, the seeds we sow
where might we find the land as white as snow.
As boys we would go hunting in the woods
to sleep the night shooting out the stars
now the voes of every passing stranger
every face we cannot know
For only a heart could be as white as snow,
for only a heart could be as white as snow.