Tekster: Texas. Ricks Road. Winter's End.

Sometimes it seems like winter's end
The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine
The sadness, it has left a trace
I think that you can see that on my face again

'Cause it always made things better
Now my days seem so much better
Now my days seem so much quieter
And I know, yeah, I know
It will never be the same again

Sometimes I feel my hands are tied
I need someone to come and cut these ropes of mine
They'll wear a coat of wind and rain
To drive away the fears that I can't face again

And they always make things better
And my days seem so much quieter