Lake Magog (Nostalgia)

Jes trouves mons ceour
Dans lake Magog
Jes trouves mons ceour
Dans lake Magog
Jes trouves mons ceour
Dans lake Magog
Jes trouves mons ceour
Dans lake Magog

I swear to God I see myself in the water
Not my reflection but what I'm trynna be
I think it's odd that son's all follow their fathers
Like misdirection such a common diseases

Five open chakras like the minute you spot it
Not meditation but it offers you peace
Stillness in water like a soft spoken sonnet
Lost in translation like the smaller the peak

I remember feeding ducks and playing with bees like
I remember mother's hugs and swinging off the trees like
Smell of the garden shed enjoying summer breeze like
I missed what I Arnaud said too busy lost in these nights

First song I wrote was in lake Magog
Followed me home like it take me on
15 years old when my vice begun
Winds of Sherbrooke be my conductor
First song I wrote was in lake Magog
Followed me home like it take me on
15 years old when my vice begun
Winds of Sherbrooke be my conductor

Jes trouves mons ceour
Dans lake Magog
Jes trouves mons ceour
Dans lake Magog
Jes trouves mons ceour
Dans lake Magog
Jes trouves mons ceour
Dans lake Magog
Jes trouves mons ceour
Dans lake Magog
Jes trouves mons ceour
Dans lake Magog
Jes trouves mons ceour
Dans lake Magog
Jes trouves mons ceour
Dans lake Magog

I don't want my mom to grow old
Or my friends to get lonely
Hope my brothers know
I'm sorry for those stories

I don't fear the unknown
Just wish life moved slowly
It's each to their own
Find me writing and cozy

I can't afford the fare so play a five string guitar
My buddy broke the lower E so now the high notes hit harder
It's an L&M EP inlay by the pick guard
The same one my father got me so we could play in the garden

I miss you, I miss us, miss believing in trust
I miss my 89 dodge and the campfire musk
I miss you, I miss friends, think I missed out again
I miss the three sister mountains and the cedar log den

I miss the 52 Belair in the cabin garage
Dressed in aquamarine blue and a lavish façade
I got sympathy to spare we in a maddened mirage
We need to be a bit delusive for our dreams not to starve out

I miss the forest, the tree house, my family and my friends
I miss the cabin on the lake and all the nights never end
I miss my first love, my second, my seventh and my tenth
And all those in-between who helped me find me who I am

I miss the bee hives, the birds nests, we found in our backyard
Coated in decadence the smell of mammas garden
I miss the cold air on warm nights in my old room
Gazing out the window getting lost in the moon

I miss that old town cobblestone, stop and smell tulips
I miss walking down the railroad collecting rocks and sticks
I miss that old boat uncle drove, that smelled of gasoline
I miss Oscar and Ally and Erika my queen