Mist

About a gunshot away, there's a place that I long to be

Tippin' bottles with me old cock

When the shit's all said and sorted, I plan to settle down and stay

One middle finger to the landlocked

From the first time boatin' o'r, there's not too much I can recall

I kissed a plastic cod, drank rum till I was friggered

I decided then and there that I'd return, even if I had to crawl

Something outside was broken, something inside was triggered

It's a long ride home, but it's always my destination

It's a long ride home

And if the sun bursts apart at the end of the world

I don't think I would give a damn

As long as I'm surrounded by friends and pints

In goddamned Newfoundland

So here's to Newfoundland

I breathed a sigh of relief the next time steppin' off the plane

It'd been a long, hard, vapid winter

Johnny and the boys were waiting there ready to explain

Weren't there to drive us, just a welcome back to the Island

So we taxied to the venue to prepare for the night to sweep

Slept in the back room till the India showed up

When we finally took the stage, it shifted beneath our feet

Stood on the shoulders of proud Newfoundlanders

I think it bears repeating

I think it bears repeating

I think it bears repeating

That no one buckled under

We all got bit by the cod that we all kissed

It left infection in our lips

And a longing in the mist

You're as deep as the grave

And you're marching to the heartbeat of the land

You're as deep as the grave

And you're marching to the heartbeat of the land

Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y

Not by birth, but in my heart

Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y

Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y

Not by birth, but in my heart

Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y

You're as deep as the grave

And you're marching to the heartbeat of the land

You're as deep as the grave

And you're marching to the heartbeat of the land