Lonsdale Line

There’s a few
Hours to get through
I’m stuck in the longest cue
These moments that lead to you
I lost my bag
On the Longsdale line
I combed my hair
As I caught the tide
The leaves were falling
Vancouver morning
I caught a glimpse of the light
It’s true
The old man is driving
He’s driving red wood
The old man is driving
He’s driving red wood
I lost my mind
Trying to pay my rent
A child baptized
Is my testament
The people keep on walking down the street that I grew up on
I’m living light, living light
It’s true
The old man is driving
He’s driving red wood
The old man is driving
He’s driving red wood
Mexico I’m counting on you
Mexico I’m counting on you