Paul McCartney "Footprints" |
It's beautiful outside An old hand gathers wood Can he see me sitting here? His mind is somewhere else His friend have flown away He's left out in the cold He won't sit by my fire He says he likes it in the snow Where footprints never go He likes it in the snow It's getting dark outside The old hand's going home Has he someone waiting there? Is he living on his own? Where footprints never go He likes it in the snow White blanket, hiding the traces Of tears she didn't see Oh, white blanket covers the memory Of all that used to be, all that used to be But his heart keeps aching In the same old way He can't help feeling that She might come back someday It's beautiful outside A magpie looks for food The old hand throws a crumb Do you think he's found a friend? Where footprints never go He likes it in the snow White blanket, hiding the traces Of paths he didn't take Oh white blanket covers the memory Of moves he didn't make [Incomprehensible] Oh white blanket, hiding the traces Of tears he didn't see Snow white blanket simply covers the memory Of all that used to be But his heart keeps aching In the same old way He can't help feeling that She might come back someday Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |