Kitchen Widow.
The fresh tracks in the snow
reminds her of the time when we
called eachother names
and played among the white birch trees
The children skiing seem like ghosts the scene is like a dream
She’s clinging to a feeling
that she thought would never leave
But now it’s gone it's all gone
She’s hanging on to a daydream
Now it’s gone it's all gone
She’s hanging on to a daydream
The kitchen window has become
a mirror of her soul
Recalling all the images
she felt that someone stole
The tiny voices still sound clear
the laughing smiles still wear
And when she’s looking through her window everything is there
But still it’s gone,
it’s all gone
She’s hanging on to a daydream
Now it’s gone, it's all gone
But it carries on through her daydream