Great grandpa built a house on a lake
And I grew up soaking up the rays of the Michigan sun
And what if he could see me
And my sisters grieving this leftover wood from world war I?
Each dream, each year, each thing that's here is something that connects us
But connection just forgets us in its sum
And each thing I see's a thing that's been done
And I want to feel that dream I dreamed become!
Ease on out the family- lock the keys out on the family, setting suns
Going away
Going to stay
Soaking up the rays
Be back another day
See the sun rise high over the island
Feel the cold springs beneath my feet
Spinning through space, a half smile on my face
The words are so trace, and I can't stop until they reach the forefront
And just what should I make of the sharks in the lake?
I must be dreaming when I'm looking up
My eyes, my nose, went blind
And those deserted through diversions well we sing a song to serenade the dead
And we will sing it loud or sing it from our beds
Because some way this bitter knowledge finds a head!
And I know outside the covers I am laughing with my brothers instead
Going away
Going to stay
Be back another day depending on the pay
Common sense? "No" is what she said!
See the brake lights, and get in line