This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…

This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…

I awake one morning in the dark before the day Somehow knowing light will soon be creeping in this place Some guy out there starts his engine, warming up his car Birds of prey complete the cycle, rats crawl out from underneath the barn…

No one grumbles in the pine woods No one cries when morning comes See the stars fade into daylight See the footprints in the snow My god could it be more certain? My god could I take the wheel for now? Ice made still the rushing waters…

The truth is it’s useless to ponder it I’m helpless, I’m selfish for needing it And what do you buy for the guy who created the universe? So biblical, to trivial to manifest No confidence, no eucharist for those like us And what do…

This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…

This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…

This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…