There’s a little unmarked road, winding thru the north woods Where travelers seldom go, would you go if you could? I can hear the voices still, bouncing thru the forest. We were children once ago, with that road before us.
You can never be too late, to your own damn party Don’t ever hesitate, to say your sorry.
Good lord, it’s summer time enjoy…run it off, let boys be boys When they wildly ran free, now comes the story. I remember that night well, started off with fury… Ended up alone, tied naked to a tombstone.
You can never be too late, to your own damn party Don’t ever hesitate, to say your sorry.
He said, when you needed a home, I gave you a place to hang your hat. So give this old dog a bone, lend a hand to scratch my back.
Forever didn’t go back, couldn’t bring myself to. No, I never felt attacked, just something to grow thru Oh, I can, still hear the loons on the water. While the Northern lights inspire, hot summer night dreaming.
You can never be too late, to your own damn party Don’t ever hesitate, to say your sorry.
He said, when you needed a home, I gave you a place to hang your hat. So give this old dog a bone, lend a hand to scratch my back.