He left his muse up above Syracuse
When I asked him why he had no excuse
He left back on an October day
He left her up on French Creek Bay
She always attends the annual Christmas parade

I look back at that young fool
He went around breaking all the rules
Sowed his oats while on the run
Young and free-living under the sun
He found out it was so much fun
until he left his muse in the Thousand Islands

She was the one that filled his heart
She brought peace to his mind
That's when the words would flow
She helped him lay down his rhymes

Now she's gone away, and it's cold there today
He never thought it would turn out this way
He wonders who's keeping her warm
Who's holding her tight in this winter storm

He left his muse in the islands
All he can do is look back
She's there forever, and that's a fact
He was a fool, and it's still true today
He's the fool that let his muse slip away

He left his muse up above Syracuse
Where the St Lawrence flows every day
If you ask him, he'll have no excuse
as to why he left his muse that day

So now the words won't come
He's all washed up and done
They just won't flow like when she was around
My advice to him was to move back up to French Town

He left his muse up above Syracuse
If you ask him, he'll have no excuse
as to why he let his muse slip away
It's snowing today up on French Creek Bay

12/23/2017

Author's Note: Lyric

Posted on 12/23/2017
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