Now that the rocking chair legs creak
And there's snow on the TV
Now that it’s raining in the room and
the candles of a sky that once lit my way go out
Now that the slow songs race on, spilling folk
And the world, ring, ring, woke up
Now that a fierce silence thunders
Now that we find the time
We can look at each other beyond the grudge
Now I show you where I come from