Sanctuary

If I were a bird I’d live right here

On the elbow river bend

In the middle of Calgary

My own little sanctuary

I’d share it with the stumbling shadow

With his backpack and shopping cart

A collection of life’s spare parts

Pocket of quarters and pop tarts

He wants to be a site seer

Beyond the black plastic mirror

If he could question a celestial

Have they done better than the wheel?

Some things take a while

We’re better off flying from here

You’ve been hiding away in exile

We’re better off feeling the feeling

Some things take a while

We’re better off flying from here

You’ve been hiding away in exile

We’re better off feeling the feeling

He doesn't mind the cold

Or the death weather wind chill

It’s the rain that really bogs him down

A wet sympathetic nightgown

And every night he looks up at a masterpiece

Under the stars with his swelled up feet

It's an overarching nightmare

I’ve never had to fight off that kind of fear

Some things take a while

We’re better off flying from here

You’ve been hiding away in exile

We’re better off feeling the feeling

Some things take a while

We’re better off flying from here

You’ve been hiding away in exile

We’re better off feeling the feeling

Some things take a while

We’re better off flying from here

You’ve been hiding away in exile

We’re better off feeling the feeling

Some things take a while

We’re better off flying from here

You’ve been hiding away in exile

We’re better off feeling the feeling