East Coast Winters

Anyone who walks down my path Anyone who walks down my path after it snows Will cover up their footprints And every time you shut me in I shiver in the cold And every day I stay in bed I get a little warm Anyone who walks through my door is already done, is already done for And if you walk a mile in my shoes, you'd never choose... You'd never come back here And every time you shut me in I shiver in the cold And every day I stay in bed I get a little warm As far as I can tell, you never got it right And everyone I know is all but turned away Scattered in the dark Seen this place a dozen times before But not as empty, as empty as it is Anyone who walks down my path