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