My feet are ice, cold and steel
For every turn, Mother Nature comes closer
She has a touch that turns my fingers blue
A breath that stings my lungs
And the game has begun.
I sit near the warmth,
A sole light from the dark,
Something about this is amiss
I guess it's ok to be cold;
You can't have one without the other.
Now my feet are gone, so are my legs
My fingers have gone away with the wind
My ears are nowhere, they're deaf from howling
And my feet are sunk
Into the footplate.
Time drags, just how I drag myself
Trudging, gruelling through the snow
To the only place i know
The wood slams and locks
The coal is a-fire,
There's drivers and firemen
All dressed in their winter satire
They take pity on me
And dress me with glee
And slowly
The warmth
Returns.