From the recording Winters Like These

Lyrics by Spencer Ayscue
Music by Migrant Birds
Tracked by Sam Amos and Migrant Birds
Mixed and produced by Migrant Birds
Mastered by Stuart Ross Johnson

Lyrics

Tell me something, is this the way you want to go?
Just a feather, just the shadow of a ghost
'Cause I've built next to nothing by the sweat of my brow

Tell me something, is this what you want to see?
When you look back on the sowing of the seeds
'Cause I've built next to nothing by the sweat of my brow
And I tell you, man, it ain't easy

Having nothing to show for nothing
Sit and let the moss grow
Hoping someday when I look back
I won't call it a waste
But I don't know, I got nothing to show

Nothing to show

Can someone call back and tell me
from the years when I'll rest
if these days that I'm spending here
holding my breath,
well do they add up to something
or is it just a slow death?
Just a slow death?

'Cause I've built next to nothing by the sweat of my brow
And I'll tell you, yes I'll tell you

Man it ain't easy (nothing to show)
No, it ain't easy (let the moss grow)
No, it ain't (nothing to show)
No, it ain't easy (let the moss grow)