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