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...