Bidding goodbye through the wire fence we raised in the middle of the wood. I am here and you are gone, but the sky still stretches for miles and miles. Old Jack dog, I hold him close, and her buries his face in my side. Make a bed, make a home of this ground. Dying leaves of the east, and the bear in the shadows, I can feel him in my heart. What of the puzzle we carved from the tree? Oh, to tear down this wire, I can just can't figure! Old Jack dog, hold on, I'll love you til the end. But I'm still asleep, reaching for the lake, for my home. The room was flooded, wires were waving, threatening lightning. And I was fumbling in the dark, my crying mouth was lost to yours. Then came the plains, clearing thorns, eyes filled with stars. And you watched me go over treacherous stones, you watched me go. Now picture a visit, half-hearted return, it's better to wait til the water is dead to make a bed, make a home of this ground. But I'm still asleep, reaching for the lake, for my home.