Canadian Song - Matt Pond PA

Turn home from bars and weaving closets full 
of stuttered turns when pedals redden roads 
we'd pass through farms, the orchards are aligned 
it looks too slow as we lay against the floor 

The green fury becomes a monument 
slips off the road and new years become new lines 
we didn't see the lights against the sky 
we didn't see we were too far up the road 

It's how canadians must feel 
everything they see is real 
my palms were made to match my eyes 
it's how canadians watch days 
in a million different ways 
and I am for the northern side 

Watch the signs turn into lines