Footprints

Everything is soft again
It’s the snow that makes it so
Quiet muffled world’s amen
Whitewashed mosses overgrow
Sheared from clouds’ fleece by the cold
Careless harvest, scattered sigh
Mantle of a shivered soul
Hiding in the falling sky

And I can’t go back to where I was
No I can’t go back baby just because
I’ve been everywhere and off the track
So I can’t go back, baby I cannot go back

I’ll leave no footprints coming home
No one will see where I have been
No dents in snow will show my path
No angels will curl up therein
For angels must have holy beds
Of sainted steps by good feet laid
So you’ll not see them sleeping sound
Within the tracks I won’t have made

And I can’t go back to where I was
No I can’t go back baby just because
I’ve been everywhere and off the track
So I can’t go back, baby I cannot go back

Oo wa no way no one’s a-comin’
Oo wa no way no one’s a come