Footsteps In The Hall - Meg Hutchinson

You know what they call this time of year
Blackberry winter always precedes a good spring
But it's hard to imagine sometimes
Anything ever melting, fully inside

But I hear footsteps in the hall
I know too many people
who fill cabinets with pills
Who listen to the news too much,
who think no one else feels
Who drive too fast, alone at night 
Chasing long shadows, following the sun

But I hear footsteps in the hall
There's hope eternal, even for the skeptical
There's children and laughter
And currents under frozen streams

And I hear footsteps in the hall
You know what they call this time of month, 
this time of life
Even the moon has to be new sometimes, and 
I feel like an empty house,
Too many locks, too many walls
But I hear footsteps in the hall