Our Lady of the Thompson River

I was dreaming of outpost towns halfway up 34

I was driving like someone else, like someone you loved before

I took half a lifetime to sleep it off

But I always wound up back where I began

I awoke to your ghost in the threshold

So I ran and I ran and I ran

And you were mine, we fell asleep above the timberline

Just give it time, I've got another hopeless song to write

When I finally get this right, it's all yours

Sometimes I think I just might call you

So I can tell you how I've been

Sometimes I picture you a siren

Smiling as you invite me in

I can't remember where I've been

I can't remember where I'm going

I can't remember how it starts

But the story ends with me still rowing