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In winterland, the sun comes up, and tries to warm the day
9 o' clock, you're out the door, and walkin' to the train.
Behind the glass, the man stares out, and doesn't say a word
The train arrives, and you slip in to join the quiet herd.
Oh, the mundane things, that today will bring
On the street, the shufflin' feet, that pass you in the fray
Two rows of jobs, one window in, let go of today
They'll try to block the sun, but it cannot be done
If you are lost, somehwere along the day
I will try to be a light and help you on your way
La La La La La La La
La La La La La
Now you're home, your mind will roam, and sort through all the things
I know its hard, to recognize, the good that this day brings
We won't give in, we'll try and make the life that we had planned
Somethings you try are cold and dry and blow away like sand
But only for now, we'll figure it out somehow.
If we should fall, somewhere along the way
I'll be there with you my dear, no one can take your place
Oh the things, that tomorrow brings
You will see them through with me and never fade away
