As we cruised across The Canadian border You reached into your handbag Pulled out a micro-cassette recorder
Started quoting Tolstoy into the machine I had no idea what you meant I guess I'm supposed to figure things out Or maybe it's supposed to be self-evident
But I've gone feral And I don't speak the language anymore We're headed deep into the forest I've got the pedal to the floor
The engine shudders like a dying man When you reach out to grab my hand You can bring out all your weapons You can't make me go to war
Long, winding Canadian highways Innumerable evergreens Weather forecast on the AM radio Says we'll be expecting highs in the low teens
When I mouth my silent curses at you I can see my breath I hope the stars don't even come out tonight I hope we both freeze to death
Look at the person I've turned into Tell me, how do you like him now? No standards of any kind to break No creeds to disavow
I am right here where you want me Do what you brought me out here for You can arm me to the teeth You can't make me go to warTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
