Bear Creek. I keep it in my car and blast it as loud as I can when I am alone. These are young tender lyrics that are written with the wisdom of an old soul. The harmonies...whether gentle or howling are always perfect. I was enjoying our first snowfall last week with my grandson. I kept repeating the line " I packed my snowballs nice and tight and in the middle I put rocks " As much as I love to "raise hell"...experience reminds me that "I can't take back what I have done". Poingant lyrics from a young wise old soul.