Lyrics:

I'm here because you're here, and when you go, I'm going too
I'm here because you're here, and when you go, I'm going too
As neutral as snow covering up violence, your mind was smashing its gear
Like the Who by Rote at good ol' Monterey
Where some people cheered and some looked away
And your best words, the most economical and clear to the ear
Are nullified and kept by mum protectors of a suicide note
But the best part of cold is faraway is close, and the distant bark
Of a lone snow shovel digging out after the storm
Is a rhythmic whisper
I'm here because you're here, and when you go, I'm going too
I'm here