I bought a fishing rod tackle and a tent
Gonna make use of this money spent
Was going to find the old fishing hole
A nice quiet weekend was my goal

I really don't remember the long walk in
But thirty two years long it has been
I swear it was like yards from the car
That little creek couldn't travel this far

Looked back to see where I had been
That's when reality chose to sink in
Trees looked the same in every direction
And I left no markers to use for detection

The army provides a compass for times like this
And I would have one now but I got pisst
They wanted twenty three dollars for that dial
And twenty five for the license he said with a smile

I stomped out of the store license in hand
He can keep his compass I made a stand
I don't need nothing giving direction to me
But that was the parking lot this is a tree

Trees don't have numbers or letters to follow
I felt like the only white man at the Apollo
I know this is not how camping should be
And yeah you guessed it I lost my key

I tried to rhyme wallet it did not work out
I know some one knows what that's all about