Wolf River

Maybe life is just as slow
As it was so long ago.
Or the sky is just as gray
As the water was that day.

Maybe sadness sounds the same
As Wolf River in the rain.
What it is, I can't be sure,
That makes me think of her.

And she's a scar I kept,
Then and always, then and always.

Where my weakness crept,
Then and always, then and always.

An injury that always aches,
A shadow of my past mistakes,
A ghost of what had used to be,
An open wound inside of me.

Think of times when we ran down
Stone roads to nowhere town.
Or the days when we would dream,
Those Sundays at the stream.

Think of when you found her there,
Water flowing through her hair.
Maybe something broke inside
That afternoon she died.

Then and always, then and always. (x4)