driving back from southern georgian bay
it wasn't parry sound, and somehow close to say
it wasn't oastler rocky roads, it wasn't salmon lake
it was more like creemore and coldwater
maybe a lot more like maine
i was laughing at the radio
shaking my head at the same time
i knew that song so much better
then the second single
but at least they recognize

does your hand roll out the window?
with the wind and then sometimes, the rain
do you find the perfect radius
the perfect tension
an airplane

so when someone phones
it's back to the same song
i got over the pretense
i got over the airplay

but i'm really just a hypocrite
as some people would say
because where i'm going
no one knows of tpc
they've never heard about any lump sums
and they don't really know anything...

because if we ended everything with "..."
of saying more, uncertainty

sitting up in the morning
8:30 or 9
god, look at the time
i spent the night sleeping
but the dreams are back, right on time
such a quiet house
such worthless times
amongst my dreams
amongst my trials

come here, sit with me on my parent's bed
arms crossed and not a lot is said
something about letters, 52
one for every week
a collage upon your wall
i remember the word
cork board and under the overhang
of my shed, you asked what if we flew?

i closed the door, double locked the door
went back to bed and slept till 2