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