Go Fishing

We set out in the spring
With a trunk full of books about everything
About solar devices
And how nice natural childbirth is

We cut down some trees
And I threw our ideals
Through the forest glade
We dammed up the stream
And the kids cooled their heels
At a fishing pool we made
We held hands, exchanged bands
And I practically lived off the land

And you adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was somebody's coat
You fed him by hand
And then you snuggled him down
In the grandfather bed while I wrote

We grew our own maize
And I only occasionally went into town
To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for that shotgun that I keep around
I told the kids stories while you worked your loom
And the sun went down sooner each day

Then the leaves all turned brown
The crops, they fell down
And it was over
As the first snowflakes fell
I had a feeling all was not well in the camp

The kids caught bronchitis
The space heater ran out of diesel
One weekend a friend from the East
God damn his soul
Stole your heart
So I said "Fuck it then
We'll take the kids back to town
And maybe I'll see you around"

And so, leaving our hopes and dreams
To the wind and the rain
Taking only our stash
Left our litter, I left our trash
And set out on the road again

(Again, on the road again)