What I'll Be

I’ve landed here and thought I’d be alone,

But others have found this place to call home.

Covering the mountain side

With a solid sheet of silent white.

A deer tracked through and there’s been a thaw,

But I’m still here, I keep hanging on.

There’s a rumor going ‘round about spring

When we’ll head down the mountain: the rest’s a mystery.

So I wait – wait for what I’ll be.

I believe there’s a plan for me in the big scheme of things.

So I wait – wait for what I’ll be –

Moving on to see – what I’ll be.

As I ride the creek I feel the power.

We’re a force downing trees and watering flowers.

Early on they call me Carson Creek,

Then Padre where the Gulf and Rio meet.

So I wait – wait for what I’ll be.

I believe there’s a plan for me in the big scheme of things.

So I wait – wait for what I’ll be –

Pushing on to see – what I’ll be.

Well, I’ve been here a while trying to figure it out,

Caught in the swirl of fish swimming ‘round.

A wind lifts me up one day,

And I start again as a single snowflake.

So I wait – wait for what I’ll be.

I believe there’s a plan for me in the big scheme of things.

So I wait – wait for what I’ll be –

Living on to see – what I’ll be.