Writing a song about Lake Memphramagog 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 who are 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 Memphramagog The shush-shush of his gentle lament It's maybe a song that can't quite be determined till it gets where it's getting
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