| Ride The Shadows (2006)
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Cold Canadian Road
Madness seethes and goodness bleeds
Like a bull teased inside my head
When the calm concedes I know that beast still breathes
I was a fool when I left him for dead
And I cry “whoa” and I think “oh no”
Don’t want to slide down this slope again
I’m on this cold Canadian road
And I’ve come so many miles
Just to make it here
I was born and raised in a soft warm haze
But those memories I mostly forget
Those early days in that small town maze
They weren’t nothing like this stretch that I’ve hit
When I cry “whoa!” and I think “oh no”
Well I’m lost in the twilight again
Climbing this cold Canadian road
And I’ve come so many miles
Just to make it here
Well I looked for the signs that you sent me in lines
And I followed the road up the hill
But the sun slithered down at the far edge of town
And I was wandering still
And the minutes turned to hours, and the light lost its power
And I almost lost my will
But I knew I cared despite my frozen stare
So I prayed for the trail to be lit
I sent up flares in that desperate night air
Just ten miles from the house where you sit
And I cried “whoa!” and I said “oh no”
I can’t feel, I can’t fight and I don’t fit
And I’ve climbed this cold Canadian road
For far too many miles just to make it here
For far too many miles just to make it here
Just to make it here
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