Never Scene One Before

A whole damn scene: the boat tied, a committed fog, gray heroes of old trees, and that crystal lake reflecting back the sky and all its constituents and everything else you'd ever needed to know. Then the buddies start cannonballing in and the dinner's already cold, and you aint got but no reception, and it's suddenly a chord: Wail Wail Wail, We're all Wind and Hail!