Lyrics
Footprints in deep snow,
old rhymes on your sole.
Riding on past deeds,
has your glory receede.
2x:
Down down, there ignorance yearns;
Down, down, our anger burns;
Down, down, where cut cold ferns;
Round, Round, the wheel still turns.
Again we are reborn,
memories all torn.
It’s tough to keep heart,
as loved ones depart.
Raise your totem-pole,
last pocket’s all hole.
Short is the chance,
easy to miss circumstance.
See the path outlined:
hold pure view—know your mind.
Let thoughts, feelings pass,
wake up from this goddamn trance.