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...