Alberta's on fire
but oil money can't put you out
Yer heart's in Montreal
but the separatists are leaving
we can't go on grieving
Yer words have lost all meaning
Yer head's in Moncton
but the power's out
and you can stand under the lights
of the Yukon we forgot
But the Russians will be here soon
Dinner's on and it's the sound of a Loon that brings me back
to Ontario in mourning
It's just so selfish
the feeling we're feeling
We lost a part of us
Nostalgia in the land of rust
coloured dirt and war monuments
We drove coast to coast
just to figure it out
All along the only road
Through rain, wind, and cover of night just to get back
to Ontario in morning
I just can't shake it
Sometimes I think I might
spend the rest of my life
surrounded by water
not safe for drinking
Even the 'Howe' can't bring us together
Tragedy will hold us forever
The river is deep and dirty
and it's sappy to say
but Sackville is the great escape