Writing a song about Lake Memphramagog
   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 who are 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 Memphramagog
   The shush-shush of his gentle lament
   It's maybe a song that can't quite be determined till it gets where it's getting