Lyrics
I dont have a special talent
outside my way with words.
Ill die alone a great unknown
that no ones ever heard.
A song that never found its voice
thats waiting to be sung.
A steeple with a silver bell
thats waiting to be rung.
Gathering dust;
they turn to rust
Isnt it just
a waste of time?
All these songs Ive written:
footprints in the snow.
I never was somebody
anybody knows.
Theyre just words in passing.
much the same as me
I never was somebody . . .
I was only me.
Ive no wish for fame or fortune.
I just want to be heard.
Ill die alone a great unknown
along with all my words.
A hope to no fruition;
A seed that never grew;
these words and songs Ive written
dreams that never came true.
Gathering dust;
they turn to rust
Has it been just
a waste of time?
All these songs Ive written:
footprints in the snow.
I never was somebody
anybody knows.
Theyre just words in passing.
much the same as me
I never was somebody . . .
I was only me.
A whisper in the wind,
Im the morning dew.
The shadow of a man
you never knew . . .
Gathering dust;
Ive turned to rust
Aint it just
a waste of time.
All these songs Ive written:
footprints in the snow.
I never was somebody
anybody knows.
Theyre just words in passing.
much the same as me
I never was somebody . . .
I was only me.
