My old man chose a time to leave us
Had a rage the Rockies shook
Mother's nerves and dry vermouth
He got away but he's not quite gone
He got away but he's not quite gone
Across our lake from the western shore
Thunder howls the wrath of Gods
That's how the pagans read the clouds
We know it's coming but we're holding on
We know it's coming but we're holding on
On the bluffs we caused an earth fall
The glaciers wrote this land
Long before the feet of man
Unlatch the gate and let the horses out
And run beside them 'til the sky cries out
The escape was climbed at ruby dawn
As the sun rose on the Big Smoke
My eyes were fire and I choked
On the building of our two room digs
And we gave up then on the thought of kids
Moving pictures carry me away
Through the windows of the car
From the squalor of our farm
From the railroad to the Metis Port
And the gun in father's Davenport
