i got home and there was nothing going on,
not even reruns of a family song, the spirit was gone,
and so i sit for a bit, biting my lip,
thinking over and over all the different ways to quit,
and i feel sheer rock or evergreens tower
over me, the darkness devours
the mountain air, the spirit there,
the only willing thing i share,
holding and showing without completely knowing,
i hold the truth and so do you
it’s nothing new, and we do what we’re supposed to do,
ski vacation takes me back and it ends too soon,
sheer rock or evergreens tower
over me, the darkness devours
the mountain air, the spirit there,
the only willing thing i share.

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