Been coming here for as long as I can remember
Usually in summer, now it's nearing December
These old campgrounds are showing some wear
Seem to be gettin by on a wing and a prayer
Topnotch when I first came up here to go fishin
Not now, experiencing life's natural attrition
The old place is closen down once and for all
Quite inevitable, no more reasons to stall
The nights coming on....and the lights gettin dim
Before too long....it'll be time to turn in
Things are shadowy....and the suns settin low
My fires goin out....it's about time to go
I feel very melancholy now watching this unfold
Standing helpless, as we've both gotten old
Like a cowboy, headed out on his last roundup
An old huntin dog, being replaced by a pup
I pack up my gear, knowin it's for the last time
Both me and the camp, way past our prime
It's time for reflection on those wonderful days
I the dim twilight of the suns fading rays
Taking hold of the memories, with a firm grasp
Glad I have them, what more could I ask
It's nearing checkout time and a final goodbye
To these life experiences, no reason to cry