From Fire To Snow

(ahhhh) Red dust on my shoes under the San Salvador sun

We learned to run before we ever learned to walk,

son

Watching shadows move behind the mango trees

Praying for a quiet night,

down on our knees

I crossed the map to find a peaceful sky

But the cold winds blow and still I ask why

Left the tropical heat for the northern snow

But the ghosts of the past never let me go

(never let me go)

Landing in Toronto, looking at the tower tall Thought the concrete borders

would break down my wall But a car backfires on a quiet

winter street And I'm back in the dust,

tasting defeat Spitfire sirens,

hiding in the dark Now I'm shivering alone in a silent city

park

I crossed the map to find a peaceful sky

But the cold winds blow and still I ask why

Left the tropical heat for the northern snow

But the ghosts of the past never let me go

(never let me go)

Still searching for the peace...

(hummmm) In the northern snow...