Here's a song I wrote about having patience, learning to love consistently through your actions, and missing home (Canada). Hope you like it! She tends a wilting cigarette and can’t recall her name. In this game you don’t cheat without perfection. Hanging from her arm is a plastic bag with memories collected from the sewers of reflection. She was pretty before breaking; She stood fast until the storm, that weathered and eroded her complexion. [chorus] It’s a long way to the sea, it’s a longer way to Calgary The desert’s closing in on the rusted leaf within and it’s a long way to the sea. If you’re eluding dread you can think of those things that I said when you were looking for the final question. There’s no need to be alarmed when you learn that only cobras can be charmed with a whispered affection. And the music may come first but if I’m looking like I’m going to burst please take this as my final confession. [chorus] It’s a long way to the ocean, it’s a longer way to a Maple tree It’s a long way to the ocean, but I’ve got to kill the fire in me. [bridge] The nails I pound into the walls penetrate your skin. I’m digging holes to bury thoughts but you keep falling in. Shoelace deep in torment, she prowls on empty streets. Each road was built with bricks of apprehension. Counting twinkling candlelights on rainy nights might save you, but only if you cry without intention. Cause every shadow flickers and every planet fades... Here’s two cheers for the ultimate abstention. [chorus] It’s a long way to the sea, it’s a longer way to Calgary The desert’s closing in on the rusted leaf within and it’s a long way to the sea. It’s a long way to the ocean, it’s a longer way to a Maple tree It’s a long way to the ocean, but I’ve got to kill the fire in me.
