Go to the woods, walk on the lake

Feel the sun send her love to my half covered face

Isn’t it true, this is the place

Ever colder what’s my role in this wide open space

I am the echo here after my mother’s fear

That she’d never be more than a smile

I am the echo here but it’s been too many years

And i think that it’s time I let go for a while

Wasn’t it then, maybe 88

The summer we all took that big trip up to Maine

Listening to ghost stories on tape

Where do you go when all you need’s an escape

I am the echo here, after my mother’s fear

That she’d never be more than a smile

I am the echo here but it’s been too many years

And i think that it’s time I let go for a while

Biting on silver spoons

Howling at crooked moons

Tell me when it’s the right time

Ocean front ecstacy

Where is the rest of me

Wouldn’t you say that I've tried

Go to the woods, walk to the lake

Feel the sun send her love to my bare hands and face

Isn’t it true, this is the place

But i’m older and I know it’s okay

I am the echo here

I am the echo here but it’s been too many years

And i think that it’s time I let go for a while