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