Will you come and what will I say   Oh I have been so distant and unhappy   Like I could disappear      When I was a boy I saw things   That no one else could see   So why am I so blind at twenty-two   To the hope that is all around me   Filling up this room      On the road on my own   Waiting for the words to fall from your tongue   Into my ears      When I was a boy I could hear   Symphonies in seashells   So why am I so deaf at twenty-two   To the sound of the driving snow   That drives me home to you