From the recording Snow on Northern Hills


I wait every day for my baby to call
I search for a letter in a cold empty hall
I count out my pennies
to the sum of my fears,
but the silence still rings
in my ears

Like sunshine in December
she is beautiful and cold
she's the end of my rainbow,
my story to be told
I'm drawn to her light
like a moth is to a flame
but I wait for her to call my name

Am I chasin a whisper
down a long empty trail
am I juggling excuses
to the very last detail
I would do anything
to make my dreams come true
but I don’t know if she cares if I do

no morsel of comfort
for my poor hungry heart
no clear directions on my astrologer’s chart
no landfall in sight on my infinite sea
Is there somewhere in her life for me?