Pickerel Lake

I wasn't willing

To fight on the floor

Throwing the chairs through the door

And I wasn't willing

To fight on the floor

Something to say to the poor

The storms in July

Took off the trees

Took off the place to be

The animals died

Once in a while

Once in a while

And I wasn't willing

To make up the bed

Folding the sheets to your head

And I wasn't willing

To say it again

Waiting for things to be

The storms in July

Took off the trees

Took off the place to be

The animals died

Once in a while

Once in a while