Oh, Michigan, how I've longed for your divorce
My feet are your roots, my fears are your remorse
Skin on my skin, her trees were made of bone
Barefoot parade along Holland's favorite shore
Oh, Michigan, when did it grow so cold?
You were my desire and I was left with none to hold
Tell me, was it the day that my grandfather did pass?
My feet no longer roamed, I was caught up in a cast
Oh you cried when we were left to stand
Oh my child, did you dry your eyes with sand?
Oh, Michigan, you had took me by surprise
As wheat bowed its heads and turn brown on August nights
We wandered 'round, children of the greater beast
Silence in our souls and abandon in our feet
Oh you cried when we were left to stand
Oh my child, did you dry your eyes with sand?
Oh you cried when we were left to stand
Oh my child, did you dry your eyes with sand?
Oh, you died in July before our fishing trip
Oh, you died before I could even miss your voice