Exile

Canadian Shield

There's a straight line that goes northwest that goes nowhere
A few marks on the dashboard of disaster
Some names littered on the highway, clouds caught in thin air
Go ahead: try living happy ever after.

The coal beats against the cold steel miller's daughter
Raised against the backhand of the north
Order up a round, I'll have another
Our labour will have us anyway on all fours

There's no man to dig a hole without forgiveness
Unless it's near where fortune comes to cry
Curled up beneath the stars, elbows resting on the bars
Come talk to me baby when we're both drunk and high

Can't you see the darkness inside of your sons?
Their teeth are grinding up somewhere the dead grass
Chewing on the rusted hopefulness of options
A thousand times as wild as Roger's Pass

There's no man to dig a hole without forgiveness
Unless it's near where fortune comes to cry
No floods will rise against you, you're safe still on the surface
Maybe here's the place where fortune comes to die
Here's the place where fortunes comes to die