Grass fought through the snow.      Just like the rest, it grew to   grow. And somewhere, on some   doorstep, a few curious knocks   filled an empty house.      I left a note, and I hope you found   it my old friend.      Alone I headed through with all I   ever had an all I knew. And as I   walked along, the wind through the   leaves in the tress built like a song.   And I like to sing, so I sang along.      Banging on a kettle drum an army's   gone a war was won, and we could   talk for hours or even not at all.      Once I ached for something,   something good and whole and true   and all my own. Didn't I tell you, if   I could find it, I'd leave a note?      I left a note.      Chorus