Last Cast Together

Sunrise breaks on the glass-still lake

Steam from the thermos,

our first mistake

Your hand is shaking on the fiberglass rod

We cast our lines

to the silent pond

We talked about the seasons when the water was deep

And all of the promises

we tried to keep

No bites on the line,

just the mist in the air

But for the first time in years,

we are really there

And we

didn't reel

in a single strike

Out on the water in the morning light

But we

cleared the slate

on this quiet lake (ohhh) We caught everything that mattered tonight

You smiled at the sky

as the noon sun rose

Knowing this

is the way the story goes

You whispered 'forgive me'

and I held your hand

Two grown men

on the fading sand

Just old rods and empty hooks (hummm)