The Lake

we walked the last black dog across the field
we saw the dirt they moved beside the hill
our boys were young when we first came here
the sands of time they don’t stand still
i had a list of dreams as long as my arm
some were lost forever – gone
some just waiting for the light of dawn
some were beaten back by the storms
a little water, a little rain
they took the trees down
there’s so much change…
i guess we pray and then we wait
for the water to fill this lake
he was a giÓ in a time of hard need
he was big and he was sometimes mean
solitary as the old pine tree
he was devoted to you and me
you held his head as he lay on the cold concrete
we had no choice – i have to believe
grateful it was you, and not me
as he went to sleep on that cold concrete
— chorus —
didn’t know i’d be out on the road
when we first came here all those years ago
hands on the wheel
i’m thinking of home
and all the little things
i couldn’t keep from going wrong
it’s a life and who’s to say
we could have done things any other way?
we always dreamed we’d have a lake
there’s always some kind of price to pay…
— chorus —