David Partridge– acoustic guitar, keys, vocals.
Campbell McCrae– lead guitar
Produced for Blue Window Media Inc. by David Partridge
Mixed in Nova Scotia
Words and music by David Partridge
FOOTPRINTS
Morning comes and she is gone. Why? Well, I should know:
Nightfall leaves, upon my lawn, these footprints in the snow.
You know that there’s heartache in these indentations
Laid out in a row.
I say, ”Stay.” She turns away; she says, “I have to go.”
Those fresh footprints look blue.
She longs for an evening fire; She’s drawn to my bed.
She must wake up somewhere else, reticence unsaid.
You know that I see her reservations in these
Flaws in fallen snow
She moves on, I’m left behind, just footprints left to show
What she already knew.
She has to be home by daylight;
Steady tracks tattoo the snow.
She’s alright knowing it’s not right;
She braves the cold for the glow
Does she know you already know?
Sunrise soon; she's restless, so she will move along
But come her blues, those pretty shoes re-autograph my lawn
You know I can see heartache each time her breath leaves
Frost upon my pane.
I cannot turn her away, re-minding me again,
What a footprint can do.
