I'm thinking of the home I've left behind
And I'm tired from driving all night
To what we arrive is our new saddle
Tonight we hit Calgary
Your reflection is asleep on the windshield
Your hand rest secret behind your hair
Truck stop at one-thirty for a coffee
Tonight we hit Calgary from its radial plains
And I'll watch my breath freeze in the air
You'll cup your mouth with wooden hands
We'll be cold and dreaming
Beneath the rubble of the Rockies
There is a storm soon after the calm
In the great beyond the farm
Lives the cold potential for mining oil
Like frozen wheat sown in the soil
And if there's something we'd take away
As a lesson for every day
Is we can make anything we wanna
And you say, "maybe"
And see you stand out on the lawn
Fashioning a melting snowman
And somehow I'm warmed by your beauty
Here in springtime Calgary
F*ck it, I'm going home