"Laurel Lake"
Familiar roads I took to see you
I parked the car at Laurel Lake
As I sat there where we used to
I thought about the good ol' days
My dear old friend, might you miss me?
I often wish that you had stayed
On days such as this, I fondly remember
That afternoon we found this place
I bring no news of good fortune
No stories worth mention today
Though all we knew has come & gone
I suppose nothing's changed
You see time is not a one-way highway
Or a tangled path through the weeds
It's rather like a creeping phantom
Who passes by then slips away