[Verse 1]
Here we go, Pierre Trudeau, Montreal airport
ᒋᔖᔨᔨᐆ sipping chai, you know that I care for it
I'm gonna get on that plane, I'm gonna subdue that pain
I'm gonna get back to the ocean, salt wells up inside my veins
Well up in an aeroplane, looking down on hills and plains
Roads they run through forests like some wasted giant's crooked veins
And arteries, "Artillery" in my headphones, I'm just meat on dead bones
Were it not for the hottie next to my body, I'd be rocking headstone
And when I read the comments on the Facebook and the online fora
It's enough to make me wanna get on-flight to Bora Bora
I say, "Now I can run, lay down in the sun"
Weighed down like a ton, ate cow on a bun
Cos I'm from the agricultural heart of the multicultural art called Canada
But these vultures are smart when they pannin' ya
And it's hard to halt yourself when they handin' ya
Trinkets full of gold to appeal to the man in ya, fannin' ya, then cannin' ya
Ya walked, then ya ran an' ya

[Hook 1]
Ran too far to tell
Stumbled and you fell
Into the cavern mouth of your special breed of hell
Where you’re waiting for the day
That they can break away
And it doesn’t even matter if you tell them you can pay
Because regardless of the cost
Your little ones are lost
Another non-existent phone call, while your hair mingles with moss
And you’re screaming in your soul
In that nigrescent hole
Deaf ears are all that catches protest: “I can pay the toll”

[Verse 2]
But... yes! I love it, I'm back in the land of the seagull
Yes! Covet it like it's the hand of Smeagol
This is my precious, pretty nets to enmesh us
Makes me wanna coat myself in glitter, gaudy stuff like Ke$ha's
Gotti stuff like Jay Z, by the waves I'm chillin', lazy
Maritimes been on my merry mind, yeah, lately I've been fucking crazy
For Adirondacks over them them wrong tracks, it's like Adderall to me
You add it all up 'bout your Rockies, rockin' these wings to the sea!

[Hook 2]
Swim in azure waves
Right out of the cave
Feel the dappled sunlight banish misery of slaves
And the cool wind soothe the burns
Animates ash in the urns
Depression dissipates, and tell it, “Have to wait your turn”
With your family alongside
Feel the gravity of tides
And the salt is lighter in your blood, feel it move inside
Dysphoria recedes
Diaspora it bleeds
We’re home and we are happy, not a single care or need

[Bridge]
I know we’ve got problems
But if you’re honest, so does everywhere else
We’re only partly broken
More than I can say for myself...

[Hook 3]
I know that you’re peeved
You think you wanna leave
But I’ve seen the vanquished wasteland that I wear upon my sleeves
I love it where I am
It’s made me a better man
No serious complaints about it, it’s a glorious land
But you only have one home
And no matter where you roam
Bon Jovi wrote a song about it, "Who says, who says...?"
That you can’t wield your clout?
Find solution to your pout?
When you talk about destruction, you know you can count me out

[Outro]
Count me out
Count me out
Count me out
Count me out