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
That's what i came for
that's what 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 what i came for...
The changes of the year were once a blessing
well this year they're the seasons of my discontent
but i cannot rewrite my old diaries
i can only recall all the things that came & went
But that's what i'd come for
and that's what i'd hoped for...