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...