The road is icy Sky is cold The streets are empty I am old I tried to live here Tried to stay But turned to wither all away But I face the truth And try to put myself in the shoes Of those for whom wasted yourht isn't even worth talking about My perceverance is at stake Your love just isn't mine to make I tried to tell you Tried to say I'd hate to let this Just fade away 'Cause under these hills and sheltering mountains I've lost my skills and my ability to Face the truth and try to put myself in the shoes Of those for whom wasted youth isn't something worth talking about Something worth talking about Something worth talking about