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...