Milford Lake

I used to live in a town underneath Milford Lake
You can throw a rock from here
You might hit my house
If you try
Who would know?
I don't mind.

There used to be a road
I suppose there might still be
For a crab, or a fish
It ran from my reflection way over near that boat
To her house, every night, every night.

Wasted all the time
Waited for no one
Don't be so cautious
Water washes away many things
But I can't come clean
No, I can't come clean
I can't come clean.

The flood was two weeks' rising in 1869
The buffalo all drowned and floated in the trees
In the flood of '51, eight boxcars overturned
And the people washed away.

And the Mexican day-workers
Pulled the reefer from their yards
And ran for higher ground
Someone wrapped a baby in a shirt
And hung him crying, crying from a tree
There used to be a lot of floods before they built this dam.

Wasted all the time
Waited for no one
Don't be so cautious
Water washes away many things
But I can't come clean
No, I can't come clean.

We're gonna drown.

I used to live in a town underneath Milford Lake
Waiting in the spillway stream
Things small enough to make it through
Floating on a wave of your hand
But they're far between and few.

I'm looking for an artifact of the things I left behind
Piece of you, piece of me
Too worn down to recognize
Wasted all the time.