Your feet will always move to find place to walk in solitude   Your feet will always be the best friends that you'll ever know      So spend all your waking hours    And count all your time in miles   Until you can't hold up no more   When your feet are frostbitten   And your brain is frostbitten   And you can't even feel your nose      Then let your soul   Stretch open arms   This canvas of all your days   All the red cells that you did   The colors of all those nights   The rain followed you to bed   And soaked the sheets through   Before, the angels know what you did   When showers come down to clean your soul      Your lungs still find the time to breath the sweet, sweet air in this latitude   But sweet still mingles with the sour that pushes down on us below      You let the angels know what you did   When showers come down to clean your soul