Snows of good intentions

There is a cross on the ground I walk,

There is a cross in this snow.

There are footsteps of God knows who,

Tire tracks of Old Chevy Malibu’s.

There’s a horizon I can’t really see,

Except for what the headlights show.

There are moody storms with patches of snow,

But it just always seems there’s more and more and more — snow.

There is blood in the snow and it shines bright and red,

There are people who walk past me, behind me,

In front of me — but no one notices.

There is a cross on the ground,

There is a cross in this snow,

There is a trail of blood, and that —

Is the only thing, I’ll follow.