Exile

History of Canadian Music

Howling at nobody through the frost
Tell me: is all hope lost?
Torn and weathered warriors of an alcoholic age
Lives devoted to turning a page
Let's count each other in at the crossroads of our lives
In photographs remember our ex-wives
Sleeping on the moon on Toronto afternoons
Harvesting our sorrows with our scythes

Hold on Canada it soon will be our time
Here's a song for the kids standing in line

Yellow marks the path of daylight turned to night
Staring out the backseat window of a van
If I'd opened up the door and fallen out of sight
There'd be no one to say it's all part of the plan

Hold on Canada it soon will be our time
Here's a song for the kids standing in line
Hold on Canada we'll kiss you when you're young
There's no shortcuts and no straight lines