Empty Mood

The cold wind starts to blow
The trees are due for winter calm
I look around and there is no place to go
I fall asleep in your arms

Then I dream about a home
But your hand's fading away
And when I wake up you are gone
And still the shadows find their way

These times are getting rude
It's like I'm singing out of tune
I'm kind of loosing my faith I start to brood
I have to shake this empty mood

I'm roaming in the streets
People's faces are cold
There's somewhere else I'd rather be
'Cause the city keeps making me old

I'd like to rest in a field
With an oak as my only shelter
If I stay there until the winter comes for real
Maybe my soul will be lighter

These times are getting rude
It's like I'm singing out of tune
I'm kind of loosing my faith I start to brood
I have to shake this empty mood

The cold wind started to blow
The trees were due for winter calm
I looked around and there was no place to go
I fell asleep in your arms