There is a man inside a room in the forestnHe sits alone upon the chair his father left himnIn the dark, in the dark, in the dark with the radio onnnThe voice crackles when he says that God will save younHe will take you from the lonely life you're livingnIf you give, if you give, if you give up on what you wantnnThe man stands and pours himself another bourbonnHe stops and watches the birds through the winter windowsnAnd the light, and the light from the morning dewnnI thought I love you and our love would be forevernHow could I hit you, the only one who ever loved me?nSaid the man, said the man to his shadownnThis is the world, this is the world we live innIt's not the one I choose but it's the one we're givennThis is the world, this is the world we live innAnd it's the winter windows that ends become beginningsnYep!nnAs a boy he was taught he was the bad onenOne that could heed the other, the protectornHe will walk, he will walk, he will walk into the rivernnSixty years held down by his brothernTen years with the ghost of his fathernAnd five years since he spoke, since he spoke to his only sonnnThis is the world, this is the world we live innIt's not the one I choose but it's the one we're givennThis is the world, this is the world we live innAnd it's the winter windows that ends become beginningsnnYes, it's the winter windows that ends become beginnings