when the sun is going down
like a choir on the edge of time
and the echoes fall across the sky
I cut across an open field
in the newly fallen snow
every footprint I see is my own
how big the world turned out to be
how far away it’s taken me
but wherever you lose it
that is where you’ll find it
everywhere the signs of fate
a red bird on an iron gate
and a yellow moon beyond the trees
in the house where I was born
where the hallway carpet still is worn
and the rain collects behind the eaves
so sure of everything I see
the very essence of simplicity
wherever you lose it
that is where you’ll find it
in the quiet hours at night
when the table has been cleared away
and my boots are drying by the fire
there isn’t anyone I’d rather be
and whatever road my destiny
is the only road that I desire
every cell inside me
spirit that fills my body
wherever you lose it
that is where you’ll find it
