Welcome To the Rock

On the northeast tip of North America

On an island called Newfoundland

There's an airport

It used to be one of the biggest airports in the world

And next to it is a town called Gander

Welcome to the Rock if you come from away

You probably understand about a half of what we say

They say no man's an island, but an island makes a man

'Specially when one comes from one like Newfoundland

Welcome to the Rock!

That mornin', I'm in the classroom

It's our first day back and the school buses are on strike

So, I'm covering for Annette who's runnin' late

(Sorry, Beulah! How's the kids?)

Not exactly thrilled to be inside on such a gorgeous day

So, I told 'em we'd only have a half day this mornin'

And they were quite pleased

Until I told 'em we'd have the other half in the afternoon

Welcome to the wildest weather that you've ever heard of

Where everyone is nicer, but it's never nice above

Welcome to the farthest place you'll get from Disneyland

Fish 'n chips and shipwrecks

This is Newfoundland

Welcome to the Rock!

An islander, I am an islander

I'm an islander, I am an islander

I'm an islander, I am an islander

I'm an islander, I am an islander

That mornin', I'm in my car

The kids cross Airport Boulevard to get to school

And that time of day, people are in a little bit of a rush

To get to work and stuff

So, normally, I sit there and run my radar

And if they're speedin', I'll stop 'em

And write out a warnin' ticket

I'll write S-T-F-D

"Slow The Fuck Down!"

Welcome to the land where the winters try to kill us

And we said, we will not be killed

Welcome to the land where the waters try to drown us

And we said, we will not be drowned

Welcome to the land where we lost our loved ones

And we said, we will still go on

Welcome to the land where the winds try to blow

And we said, no

That morning, I dropped my kids off at school

And head to the SPCA where I'm greeted by my other kids

All barking and meowing for breakfast and a belly rub

Not that I'm complaining, I loves 'em

But by the time feeding is done

I got to get back to pick up my human kids

So, I take just one second for myself and I'm sittin' in my car

(I'm in the library, I'm in the staffroom, and I turn on the radio)

You are here at the start of a moment

On the edge of the world

Where the river meets the sea

Here on the edge of the Atlantic

On an island in between there and here

I'm runnin' my radar when Bonnie comes by

She pulls up and she is wavin' at me like mad

So, I roll down my window and she says

(Boss, turn on the radio)

Slow it down, Bonnie

(Jesus H, Oz! Turn on your radio!)

Where our story starts (It's my first day at the station)

Where we'll end the night (I'm gettin' coffee for the picket line)

Where we know by heart (Five minutes till my smoke break)

Every single flight (I'm off to work at the airport)

Welcome to the fog, welcome to the trees

To the ocean and the sky and whatever's in between

To the one's who've left, you're never truly gone

A candle's in the window and the kettle's always on

When the sun is coming up and the world has come ashore

If you're hoping for a harbor, then you'll find an open door

In the winter, from the water through whatever's in the way

To the ones who will come from away

Welcome to the Rock!