Turning back the pages of my sweet shattered dream, I wonder if she'll ever do the same; And the thing that I call living is just being satisfied With knowing I've got no one left to blame

Turning back the pages of my sweet shattered dream, I wonder if she'll ever do the same; And the thing that I call living is just being satisfied With knowing I've got no one left to blame.

[The tragedy and its remembrance, fueled by the ballad] The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald ... We are holding our own.

All that remains is the faces and the names of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

[4.] 10 Degrees and Getting Colder ... Summer Side of Life.

You just get the vibes of your surroundings and it rubs off on you.