Finding the Lady in Kicking Horse Reservoir

Young footfalls betray
Bending reeds
Cold as he waits
Her skin white and real
Lodged between the quarry rocks and cowtails to see
And he sees
Comes back again
For the smile

Of the angel who's peacefully
Asleep in the lake
Tangled hair
Moves with his fishing pole
On his knees
Can't say goodbye
From a rock looking down at her eyes

This all comes long before
All girls should be nicer, he learns as he's told
And the four factory hands
[?]wring another white neck
Could it be something done
Not by design
Flashlight finds

Angel still peacefully
Asleep in the lake
Tangled hair
Moves with his fishing pole
On his knees
He can't say goodbye
From a rock looking down at her eyes
At her eyes
At her eyes

Another May breaks the ice
As the crow radio keeps crying at the house
About a girl no one's seen
Stops to think it out
Follows her back by the creek
Through the rock
Mother could be
Fishes out
A hand and pulls from the lake
The answers to most questions asked
Patrol cars and photographs put to rest
With tears in the ground
From a ten year old boy crying out
Crying out
Crying out