Seven

Wake up, raise the curtains
From your deep provincial eyes
Speak up, for I am certain
That it’s no disguise
'Cause soldiers stopping traffic
Couldn’t keep these wheels at bay;
Their guns smoked, then the sun broke
And we hauled away
And mothers of the country take two flags and make a sail
We’ll sail the big dominion
This song is falling…
And did you get my message
On the People’s Radio?
I wrote it in Alberta
Across the prairie’s spine
And I’d rather jump the borders
That trail from east to west
And get the booking agent
To find another band
I built my rocket in a shed
I’m going to launch it at the sun
I’m going to launch it from my pad
Oh, could I get this?
It’s my northern wish
Meanwhile in the forest
In a parliament of trees
The ink will crack and dry all up
But the compass will swing anyways
And we don’t need mathematics
And we don’t need submarines
To tell how far that the land does go…
Till it hits the shore
Wake up, raise the curtains
From your deep provincial eyes
Speak out, for I am certain
This song is over
(Land ho!)