Getting sick of starting over
On the same
Argument
We could sit around and talk it over
Or take a trip
To clear our minds

At the entrance of Mount Wilson
It's feeling like the right decision
Some times you go outside
To get inside

If I could only hear you say
That you are down but you're ok
We should have said the things we felt
Is it too late

Park the car and hit the trail
The air feels sharp
On our skin
We'll see the snow as it is melting
Spring must be on
Her way again

We didn't see her coming for us
I guess that's mother nature's way
Sometimes you go outside
To get inside

If I could only hear you say
That you are down but you're ok
We should have said the things we felt
Is it too late

Trapped beneath the wall of snow
You're only ten
Feet away
Silence has a way of speaking
Only now
Do we understand

If I could only hear you say
That you are down but you're ok
We should have said the things we felt
Is it too late