I can't say that I miss my old dog much

And I've never looked back since I left home long ago

But I hoped a trip into the country

Would help remind me all the things I used to know



And that's what I came for

And that's all I hoped for



There once was good blood in the breeze here

We rode across the lake each new year

What have I remembered

What did this used to be



The ice, it used to shine upon our river

It was a mirror that the cold dark water ran way deep beneath

And here were many years of winter drownings

I kept track of these things as they were told to me



And that's what I looked for

That's waht I came for...



The changes of the year were once like breathing

Well this year they're the seasons of my discontent

But I cannot rewrite my old diaries

I can only recall the things that came & went



But that's what I'd come for

And that's what I'd hoped for...

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