There's a place, I've never been
With soft-lit living rooms and kitchens sweet, reeking of cinnamon
There's a light, I've never seen
Kept on hopelessly, guiding home the restless one who left there
And if it gets cold in Canada, where will I run?
There's a curse, I never caught
Sentenced to be stuck like all the ghosts who haunt the city hallways
There's a man heading north
Running fast from all the hound dogs panting wild along his foot paths
And if it gets cold in Canada, where will I run?
'Cos I'm pledging my allegiance to these reasons why I'm not already gone
There's a bird, in the wind
Helpless to help which way he will blow and I am too