You go walking light through the forest
The quiet resting snow is there for now
Waiting white to be disrupted
And you drift past it without a second glance
Waiting for the world to be still
Cos you've been running through every dream you've ever had
Just to turn back round and see
Nobody's chasing you
They're still
You're tethered to the hitch, like silver pieces
They're wrapped around his careful little fingers
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
Double-back and take off home to Grandma's house
Cape blowing in the breeze
Waiting for her to leave it all to you
Cos you've been running through every dream you've ever had
Just to turn back round and see
Nobody's chasing you
They're still