It gets warmer, but so late each year A long winter, but I stayed right here again If the time came to move on, would I know then? In deep water, when I'm feeling lost I see shimmer as I look across the bay But when I swim to where I saw sun, it just moves away There's no use holding on to things that aren't real The same place isn't always gonna feel like home But when I drive around and pass the houses I recall, I look in An old picture can say more with time It's just footprints 'til you spot the crime, the key When the years color my view, and I find pictures of you, what will I see?