“Windin’ your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day
You’ll drink the night away
And forget about everything 
This city desert makes you feel so cold.
It’s got so many people but it’s got no soul
And it’s taking you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it had everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you’re tryin’
You’re tryin’ now
Another year and then you’ll be happy
Just one more year and then you’ll be happy
But you’re cryin’
You’re cryin’ now

Way down the street there’s a lad in his place
He opens the door he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been
You tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything

He’s got this dream about buyin’ some land
He’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
And then he’ll settle down there’s a quiet little town
And forget about everything

But you know he’ll always keep movin’
You know he’s never gonna stop movin
Cus he’s rollin’
He’s the rollin’ stone

And when you wake up it’s a new mornin’
The sun is shinin’ it’s a new morning
You’re goin’
You’re goin’ home.”

Two days and back to The Lake for the last time this year. It’s a solo trip. But that’s ok. With The Lake I’m of two hearts: I love being up there with a dozen people, where there’s constant motion and the whole group becomes fluid and in constant transition. That was Canada Day Long Weekend. Man, what an epic trip. If you were there, you know. If you weren’t, you probably wish you were.

The other part of me—the part I’ll indulge over a weekend and two days off—is the part that loves going up there by myself. Nothing gets done unless I do it. I may not shower, I may golf 18 holes, I may take the boat out. Or I may get afternoon drunk by myself while I pull stumps out of the place I want to build our temporary boathouse next summer.

I may not be quite ready to give up the booze, and the one night stands quite yet, and I might not be ready to get out of this city desert, but goddamnit…

I can’t fucking wait--I’m going, I’m going home