Getting sick of starting over   On the same   Argument   We could sit around and talk it over    Or take a trip   To clear our minds      At the entrance of Mount Wilson   It's feeling like the right decision   Some times you go outside   To get inside      If I could only hear you say   That you are down but you're ok   We should have said the things we felt   Is it too late      Park the car and hit the trail   The air feels sharp   On our skin   We'll see the snow as it is melting   Spring must be on   Her way again      We didn't see her coming for us   I guess that's mother nature's way   Sometimes you go outside   To get inside      If I could only hear you say   That you are down but you're ok   We should have said the things we felt   Is it too late      Trapped beneath the wall of snow   You're only ten   Feet away   Silence has a way of speaking   Only now   Do we understand      If I could only hear you say   That you are down but you're ok   We should have said the things we felt   Is it too late