it gets hard sometimes

everybody's got an arm

they pull to the left and to

the right your body's tired

their grip's too tight



and you'd think that you

would know you've seen

these roads before they're

covered white with snow if

you stand in it too long

you get frostbite on your

soul



so just give me your time

i'll trade you peace of

mind i'll give you water

then turn it into wine you

drink the water and make

your troubles mine so give

me a little more time



You play hard to get that's

all right I get used to that

like a dog wrapped in his

chain you bark I set you

free you get tangled up

again



and you'd think that you

would know you've seen

these roads before they're

covered white with snow if

you stand in it too long

you get frostbite on your

soul.