Saskatchewan from Canada 4 by Paris Street

From the look of the clouds
You’d think that the Atlantic was up ahead
Instead of Saskatchewan

On a boreal drive
Decimating dragonflies
You were bummed out by the oil sands camps

But, baby, they’re just “lodges”
Baby, they’re just “lodges”
Baby, they’re dislodging the woods

But it all might soon be gone, they say
The bust's already on its way
The bust will take these fuckers down for good

On the shore of Cold Lake
It barely took a second to chill the chardonnay
As you drank I watched your shoulder strap slowly moving down

And at the Original Joe's
You gave a Lortab to the bartender with the broken toe
So he bought us both some rounds of the honey brown

And maybe there’s a logic
Maybe there’s a logic
Maybe there’s a reason why we’re here

Or is this just as pointless as
The lives we both currently have
As we wait for something better to appear
Are our best days still ahead?

Maybe there’s no logic
Maybe there’s no logic
Maybe there’s no reason why we’re here

Maybe there’s no logic
Maybe there’s no logic
Maybe we’re as busted as we’ve feared

Are our best days still ahead?
Are our best days still ahead?
Oh, are there still better days to look forward to?

Are those our best days up ahead?
Are those are best days up ahead?
Are those better days up ahead for me and you?

Or is it just . . .

• Pop
• Saskatchewan
• alberta
• canada
• cold lake
• folk pop
• fort mcmurray
• indie pop
• twee pop
• Sacramento