Seven - Rheostatics

Wake up, raise the curtains

From your deep provincial eyes

Speak up, for I am certain

That it’s no disguise

'Cause soldiers stopping traffic

Couldn’t keep these wheels at bay;

Their guns smoked, then the sun broke

And we hauled away

And mothers of the country take two flags and make a sail

We’ll sail the big dominion

This song is falling…

And did you get my message

On the People’s Radio?

I wrote it in Alberta

Across the prairie’s spine

And I’d rather jump the borders

That trail from east to west

And get the booking agent

To find another band

I built my rocket in a shed

I’m going to launch it at the sun

I’m going to launch it from my pad

Oh, could I get this?

It’s my northern wish

Meanwhile in the forest

In a parliament of trees

The ink will crack and dry all up

But the compass will swing anyways

And we don’t need mathematics

And we don’t need submarines

To tell how far that the land does go…

Till it hits the shore

Wake up, raise the curtains

From your deep provincial eyes

Speak out, for I am certain

This song is over

(Land ho!)