[4.] 10 Degrees and Getting Colder ... Summer Side of Life. |
[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. |
I've outlasted just about everybody at Warner Brothers, ... one more off the new record. |
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. |
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 |