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 away 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 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 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 all the things that came & went
And 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
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