I'm in a coma every time I come home
I've been railroaded coming home
And this is my Canadian
This is my Canadian
I got up and ran home through November grey
Right past the bandstand, all white and gold
And this is my Canadian
This is my Canadian
All your colours found me, now I can go to sleep
Cold car and snowdrifts, wrapping 'round the street
And this is my Canadian
This is my Canadian
This is, this is
This is my Canadian