Well instead of getting depressed I thought this is a good remedy. To get alone in the mountains with a fly rod.
I was listening to some of my favourite numbers and it sent a message.
Take away my solitude
Fire me up with your resistance
Put me in the mood
Storm the walls around this prison
Leave the inmates
Free the guards
Deal me up another future
From some brand new deck of cards
Take the chip off of my shoulder
Smooth out all the lines
Take me out among the rustling pines
Till it shinesLike an echo down a canyon
Never coming back as clearLately I just judge the distance
Not the words I hear
I've been too long on these islands
I've been far too long alone
I've been too long without summer
In this winter home
Still if we can make the effort
If we take the time
Maybe we can leave this much behind
Till it shinesSee the rich man lost and lonely
Watch him as he dines
Sitting there just testing all the wines
Till it shines
Songwriters: Bob Seger Robert Clark