In the Jack pine the winds blow
Light the lamps, got six feet of snow
Fire’s out, up at dawn
Oh I miss it like it’s gone

The sacrifice of motherhood
All of wonder, worry and coulds
What part of me will live on?
Oh I miss it like it’s gone

But I'm still here, dyed in the wool
Singing sad songs, still dreaming about wolves
But I miss it like it’s gone
Oh I miss it like it’s gone