Everything's dusty in Chetwynd, BC Working from a motor inn with a crummy TV Scrambling ‘round in the tumbled-down woods of the North Trying to pay of degrees we don't know what we got for
Every night we don't work the next day We drink to remind ourselves how freedom tastes At the strip club; the only bar open in town, Karaoke at the legion is over by now
The roads are lined with carvings of mermaids This ocean is green, and it gets in my boots I've never craved Coca-Cola so badly I'll visit my brother in Vancouver soon
Everyone's skinny in Chetwynd, BC Fourteen-hour days planting next decade's trees A cigarette and Kraft Dinner is dinner tonight I meant to call my mother but I ran out of time
And everyone's horny in Chetwynd, BC Lonely and lustful for some company But I value your friendship too much, I'm afraid To redo the mistake we already made
The roads are lined with carvings of dragons I don't feel funny, I can't keep up with you I think of my friend who I hated so badly I'll stop being stubborn and call her up soon
Everyone's clueless in Chetwynd, BC Their jobs were too corporate, they wanted to be free Book a flight to Nepal, maybe waitress again But don't think about it til the season ends
Called my sister, her son's on the swing Called my friend so she could show me the ring I looked at my watch but there wasn't one there So I played my guitar and then I brushed my hair
The roads are lined with carvings of aliens Ask me my birthday and look at the moon Apparently I won't find the answers this lifetime Hopefully I'll come up with a good question soon
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