The Swan

If you were there

You'd understand

My culture's frozen in time

Lake Erie howls

it has a spirit

That I can always pull from

You are the grave, that marks my bones

You are the vein, that carries my blood

You are the swan, but I am your song

Your ghost has faded and gone

Yes I escaped

But my past still haunts me

Like the winter wind's gusty shrill

Town by the lake

Your path has haulted

The snow belt's future's in doubt

You are the grave, that marks my bones

You are the vein, that carries my blood

You are the swan, but I am your song

You are everything that ever went wrong