Crater Lake

And it wouldn't really work for me The ancient Holocene Well, it's all that I had hoped for And the sun shines through the trees The ponderosa leaves Well, it's all that I had hoped for See the mountains shake in the Wake of death Missing miner's gold on the Precipice of green And it wouldn't really work for me The ancient forestry Well, it's all that I had hoped for And the spirit covers me Bakowski vanished into dust For all to see There's a silent flame in the Evergreen Conifer, clear lake, and the Old Man's mystery