Writing a song about Lake Memphremagog
And tonight I don't believe
There are words to spare and be a tip and a nod
Admitting it's half the defeat
Tonight the non-essential worker is hunting the problem bears
One sounds cornered and one can go no further
And it all sounds like it's happening upstairs
Do you hear that?
Like dry leaves a-straggling
Or a guard dog's claws on cement
Or an idea that's gettin' more determined
To get where it's gettin'
This might be harder than keeping it simple
Yeah, this can be simpler than keeping it real
This might be harder than keeping it simple
Yeah, this can be simpler than keeping it real
Shakespeare, you're a drunken savage
Well, you're a sober and green-eyed Voltaire
It almost sounds funny like two tough-talking goalies really going at it upstairs
This might be harder than keeping it simple
Yeah, this can be simpler than keeping it real
This might be harder than keeping it simple
Yeah, this can be simpler than keeping it real
Tonight the non-essential worker takes on the green-eyed Voltaire
Who won't go further than sounding just like murder when everything is quiet upstairs
Now do you hear that?
The song of Memphremagog
The shush-shush of his gentle lament
It's maybe a song that can't quite be determined till it gets where it's gettin