it's been a long cold winter, and i've been searching for the end, you tell me god redeems all sinners if we are sorry for our sins. well i would like to meet this god of yours, does he want payment for each and every crime? i would like to know him better, wonder if he is a friend of mine. cold winds blow, i still don't know if i'm lost or if i'm found, but i still have hope this ground will grow just as soon as the sun comes out, so when are you gonna come down? are you gonna come down? does anybody out there bother keeping track of all these days? i think about my mother's father, he is frozen in his grave. and did he meet that god of yours, did she ask payment for what was left undone? wonder if he's starting over, and if he feels like he has just begun. chorus.