little footprints Lyrics

Fatally honest been taking it slow

The table is set now, my ducks in a row

And it feels like a father who's never been home

We'll bury the hatchet where wildflowers grow

Chasing the dragon and blowing your smoke

If death is upon us then let it be so

Go fly like a heron and fight like a crow

But don't be disparaged by somebody's joke

Easy come now, easy go

Little footprints in the snow

When you look back you'll see they're gone