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Saskatchewan
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From the look of the clouds
You’d think that the Atlantic was up ahead
Instead of Saskatchewan
On a boreal drive
Decimating dragonflies
You were bummed out by the oil sands camps
But, baby, they’re just “lodges”
Baby, they’re just “lodges”
Baby, they’re dislodging the woods
But it all might soon be gone, they say
The bust's already on its way
The bust will take these fuckers down for good
On the shore of Cold Lake
It barely took a second to chill the chardonnay
As you drank I watched your shoulder strap slowly moving down
And at the Original Joe's
You gave a Lortab to the bartender with the broken toe
So he bought us both some rounds of the honey brown
And maybe there’s a logic
Maybe there’s a logic
Maybe there’s a reason why we’re here
Or is this just as pointless as
The lives we both currently have
As we wait for something better to appear
Are our best days still ahead?
Maybe there’s no logic
Maybe there’s no logic
Maybe there’s no reason why we’re here
Maybe there’s no logic
Maybe there’s no logic
Maybe we’re as busted as we’ve feared
Are our best days still ahead?
Are our best days still ahead?
Oh, are there still better days to look forward to?
Are those our best days up ahead?
Are those are best days up ahead?
Are those better days up ahead for me and you?
Or is it just . . .
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Alas, I have been seated on the ‘Queens’ side of the plane
So you would not have seen it had I chanced to wave
Along the Hudson and around, until all I see
Are rows of brownish houses and a giant cemet’ry
I was in Montreal this morning, and before in Shawinigan
Sitting at the hotel bar while chatting with a man
Who was pursuing a career in the field of robotics
Over duck confit risotto and some glasses of Malbec
I was in Three Rivers (though it sounds better in French)
And the language anxiety grew enough that I just ordered in
I walked out of their casino after winning on the slots
As I did a week before in Niagara and Gananoque
I was in Kingston one day after most of the country paused
And poured out its emotions, and loudly sang along
Ready to help the singer if he stumbled with the words
And the magic of that moment still, tears me up and gives me chills
They sent the singer and the band off in the way they most deserved
Toronto on a streetcar watching beauty stroll on by
Hamilton, which everyone in Toronto seems to despise
For reasons I can’t understand - guess that’s a local thing
Will maybe investigate further if or when I come back again
London with its downtown grime, where I’d fear to walk at night
If it were in the U.S.A. - but, here, it feels just right
Before, I was in Sault Sainte, and Dryden before then
After crossing Manitoba and leaving Saskatchewan
Now I’m in LaGuardia waiting to fly to St Lou
I am but a slow, traffic-clogged cab ride away from you
I miss Canada already, and you would surely console me
But I’ve got another flight to catch – I’m off to Missouri
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