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.