Gareth Inkster - Returns Lyrics

Snow falls slow and steadily
Phone calls with my family
And there you are
Just like you were a year ago
Or is it me who's returning?
Man, I never know
But here we go

Snow fills the empty parking lot
Clean slate, think on all you've forgot
And what a year
Who knew how much time time could hold?
But where from here?
'Cause I've heard the tale told and retold
And I'm getting old

I'm getting old, but do you hear the choir?
"Mild he lays his glory by"
Your ember can grow into a fire
"Born that man no more may die"

It's been two millennia
Since you spoke the way we do
But every year
When the cold air clears the skies
You reappear
And I can't help but to raise my eyes
And breathe a sigh