Blue of distance

There's history in walking
In trying in your own way to be free
The cold hit your eyes like dry ice
And you keep them open despite of everything
Heartless sidewalks and harsh wind
Walking past old haunt, as a habit of mind
Winter comes in like a gray wolf
And it gives away to spring like a bird on a wire
So i walk away backyards every other saturday
The wind shakes the bridge
But i always come out on the other side
I could jump, you could too
But that's something you would never do
So i walk away

Winter is never ending and spring won't come
Till you've hit rock bottom
This year come in like a tiger
And i have faith it will go out the same way
Some things are always far away
Some things will never ever change
Maybe i just haven't learned yet
But i still don't know what the right thing to do is
And all this time i thought that i got it right
Are we talking? are you running?
Are we not facing what's happening anyway?

So i walk away backyards every other saturday
The wind shakes the bridge
But i always come out on the other side
I could jump, you could too
But that's something you would never do
So i walk away
Some things are always far away
Some things will never ever change
Some things are always far away