underneath the snow anything is possible but we know what’s there
hundreds of footprints from people i’ve never met show how much we share
a winter berry catches the snowfall because it can’t be eaten
the snow on the pine fleeting, will tomorrow be just a memory
we build our castles in our dreams, high up a hill that we cannot climb
we replace the old with the new, then discover a romantic past
if we’re listening we will be one step closer to understanding
a dish full of soap is not necessarily the cleanest of things
the truth is simple but we love a good story so the mind wanders
to keep from drifting we drop anchor, and sometimes forget it is there
uptown jack 