The chill of the winter is bitter and bleak The snow on the pathway is heavy and deep So I dig in my shovel and lift it on high I'm going to shovel this snow 'til I die
The end of the road looks like freedom to me I walk past the hours, I walk past the weeks And the months fall behind as I pass the years by I'm going to walk down this road 'til I die 'Til I die... I'm going to walk down this road 'til I die
I sit on my own and no words do I speak The sky's in my head and the ground's on my feet But no pleasure's delight me, no tears do I cry I'm going to sit on my own 'til I die 'Til I die... I'm going to sit on my own 'til I die
The sound of the ocean, my feet in the sand The chill of the wind, the lie of the land The drops on my skull, the gull's loney sound The thunder, the lighning, the rain pouring down 'Til I die
The years are a moment, the centuries pass I walk from the first and I crawl to the last But the silence surrounds me, in stillness I lie I'm going to pass through these days 'til I die 'Til I die