Sarcastic beams of light reflected in the rearview
Imposing intermittent vignettes on sprawling golden fields
And bumpy asphalt (with no hard shoulder)
Languidly stretched across the heart of the continent
And a dark red car with no front plate
Its view ever fading beneath the eastern horizon
crying ‘wait for me, I fell behind’
And under condominium lights
lay the world in a handbasket, ready for the taking
Forget about life and the night and the future
The answer is punctuated by towering evergreens
And yet, the heart is touched by those golden fields
And suddenly it’s so much harder to let them
disappear into those endless skies
Watch Manitoba default and foreclose
And scratch Saskatchewan away
Run a rope along Highway One
To tie Alberta to your arms
Don’t let go until you’ve reached the coast
then watch it disappear behind the eastern rockies
and cry ‘wait for me.’
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