Speculative fiction's hard to write
Party's headed home for the night
Figures in a blue cast, faces on a bus pass
It gets lonely being together all the time
Woke up at the end of the road
Holed up in north Ontario
Storm is getting restless, thirty hours to Lethbridge
I could make it, but the money's just not there
And if I drove across the country just to make it feel alright
Would it still feel like losing this time?
Mother it's been hard to keep up
Tin cans on a wire aren't enough
Level crossing junction, sunrise over Moncton
In its light, I am a stranger just the same
And still I crossed that godforsaken province for the seventh time
Just to spend the morning at her side
Speculative fiction's hard to write
Walked up to the cross on Sunday night
It was comfort in the common, staring at the monument
Like just another tourist in the crowd
And I would drive across the country just to feel that one more time