Wrong side of the Country

In Vancouver, a bury my youth here
End of the road come my eyes were wide and blind
I tried to live in, the myths I given my imagination since I was 8 or 9
I’m a rambler, true love handler, running on the fuel of music and wine
By downtown fountains, I lay me down my mountains
My dreams overslept and I layed me down and cried
I’m on the wrong side of the country
On the wrong side of my mind
On the wrong side of the country
My lovin' man, I am hard to find
I guess I’m no traveler, I’m a soul unraveler
Living in me is a map of the country
Made miscalculations the size of nations
When a cold winds blow you go sleep out at night
I sit here broke down, in a flat near Chinatown
Waiting for tea, wondering why when I speak I cry
I’m on the wrong side of the country
On the wrong side of my mind
On the wrong side of the country
My lovin' man, I am hard to find
I’m on the wrong side of the country
On the wrong side of my mind
On the wrong side of the country
My lovin' man, I am hard to find