Lake Side Trail

“Down by the lake we were overturning pebbles and upending all the animals alight . . .

… And I took a drag / From your cigarette and pinched it / 'Tween my finger and my thumb / ’Til it died / And the sun burned low on the radio

Say that you will / Say you will or will you won't / Or you whatever you prevaricate / Your whole life, don't you?

This much I can say: / I would've waited till the oceans / Fell Away and all the sunken cities / Would reveal themselves to you

But you won't, will you? / Because you never do / And the sun burned through / Sweet as honeydew

And I / Seventeen and terminally fey / I wrote it down and threw it all away / Never gave a thought to what I paid / And you / All sibylline, reclining in your pew / You tattered me, you tethered me to you / The things you would and wouldn't do / To tell the truth I never had a clue

Now we arise / To curse those young suburban villains / And their ill-begotten children from the lawn / Come to me now / And on this station wagon window / Set the ghost of your two footprints / That they might haunt me when you're gone / And when the light broke dawn / You were forever gone

But I remember you: / You were full / You were full and sweet as honeydew

And I / Seventeen and terminally fey / I wrote it down and threw it all away / And never gave a thought to what I paid / All sibylline, reclining in your pew / You tattered me, you tethered me to you / The things you would and wouldn't do / You noticed how I never had a clue / Never had a clue / You were full and sweet as honeydew / You were full and sweet as honeydew"

~”The Lake Song” by The Decemberists

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TERRITORY ACKNOWLEDGEMENT:
This place is on the traditional territory of the Očhéthi Šakówiŋ and Yankton nations. (Crowdsourced info compiled by Native-Land.ca. Please visit the nations’ websites to learn more.)

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

• Official site

• Wikipedia entry

• Google map