Turning Pages

Chorus

Barest branches reaching up, frosted breath in the air

Counting all the things I wish I'd learned to leave somewhere

Turning pages on the clock, I let the old year drift

With silent grace, a gentle place, to start again, a gift

Post-Chorus

Soft and slow, let it go

Soft and slow, let it go

Verse 2

The slate feels so empty, no footprints in the snow

I watch the daylight rising, faint colors start to glow

Memory clings but softly, loosening its hold

I let the quiet settle, warm against the cold

Pre-Chorus

Hope hidden in silence, it finds me here at last

Drawing a line with gentle hands between the now and past

Chorus

Barest branches reaching up, frosted breath in the air

Counting all the things I wish I'd learned to leave somewhere

Turning pages on the clock, I let the old year drift

With silent grace, a gentle place, to start again, a gift

Post-Chorus

Soft and slow, let it go

Soft and slow, let it go

Post-Chorus

Soft and slow, let it go

Soft and slow, let it go