The Dream Is Gone

Roam the line, run the course
Those fiery eyes won’t wait for luck
Behind walls in a hostile nation
The new stars of a constellation
Oh Canada, waits on course
You dick around, out of sorts
Want to slow play with some hesitation
And get lost in a conversation
But you can’t laugh You can’t get on with
Our lines, all recorded
We tip and turn our hands our
Knife Oh take it off, take it easy
Our types, hard forgiving
We’ll bait your trap I’ll bite my tongue
Terrorize, but you’re the tourist
Lift the lines, and know the quotes
The gaudy malls of our new vocation
The heady words, no inspiration
Hide in pools, mirrored stars
Compound days will tear you apart
The lost souls in hot desolation
Want to get lost in a conversation
But you can’t laugh, you can’t get on with Our lines, all recorded
We tip and turn our hat our knife
Take it off, take it easy
Our types, hard forgiving
We’ll bait your trap
I’ll bite my tongue