LYRIC



There’s a place in my childhood I often would go,
A quiet little hide away beyond the hydro road
A place where I could cast away the worries of my mind,
Untangle all my trouble at the end of my line
Did you know I had a fishing hole?

My fishing hole and I were young we made a natural pair,
A whirlpool and an eddy sailing free without a care
Like Sawyer’s Mississippi and the seas of Captain Hook, Explored our worlds together in the confines of that brook Worlds unknown, at my fishing hole

Where all the world was right, though I rarely caught a bite
That fishing hole just fed my soul, I felt whole
At my fishing hole

And when I grew to face the daunting queries of my youth Faced the age old questions who is god and what is truth?
I often found the answer just while casting through the air Answered in the stillness of my self reflection there
Truths unfold
At my fishing hole

Where all the world was right, though I rarely caught a bite
That fishing hole just fed my soul, I felt whole
At my fishing hole

Now my hair is turning grey my life has its demands
Running errands and paying bills complicating plans
When I need so time to think some time to slow my pace
That hydro road still lures me back to my favourite childhood place
I still go to my fishing hole

Where all the world was right, though I rarely caught a bite
That fishing hole just fed my soul, I felt whole
At my fishing hole

I feel whole at my fishing hole

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