Road To the Range

You looked like a wheel-man

In front of your dad's van and called to me

I held back the door as we ran with the bags to the van

This was the third time, that we robbed, old Parry Sound

And I don't know when we will find, some solid ground

You looked at the road, and twice blinked your eyes

Then you looked at me

We had eight-nine kilos of fifty's and a stray dog that had to pee

You can stay with the van, oh for a change

I need to see just what it's like from the road to the range

And we won't

Let

Go

And we won't

Let

Go

And we won't

Let

Go

And we won't

Let

Go

It was the maritime air, in your soft flowing hair

When you went away

A fifth of tequila and somebody's daughter on a Hudson Bay

"It's not about having the most, it's what you hold in the rain"

I never quite understood why, but it holds me in place

I hung up the phone, and I closed both my eyes and I fell asleep

In the back of a van, with a Tennessee tan

And a sweetheart to cut up a rug

And when, the money's all gone, we'll get out of town

We will find ourselves oh once again

We will find ourselves oh once again

We will find ourselves oh once again

In an old Parry Sound