On slow days
Thoughts free to wander
Over to West Hurley
And down past Ashokan
The reservoir
And Georgia waving from the back of a car

She holds your hand
She holds it so tightly
She digs in her fingernails
And later that night, she whispers a name
She says it aloud for the last time

Cutting that milkweed
Bending down low in her navy blue dress
I'll never know which one I resemble the best
Oh, Georgia, you have been missed

The light from the moon
It falls on the Hudson
And your mind is back in 1907
The reservoir
And Georgia waving from the back of a car