Albatross - The Besnard Lakes

Sad tyrant, turn on a dime

In the sultry west coast night

Hopping along skid row

Amongst the hopeful and their junk

You showed me so much

Took us to a new high

Speeding along in a clean machine

Riding the wake of another

One so mean

Those days are now long gone

Wish I had your picture

Memory will do the trick

So I wanted, I wanted

I wanted to help you

And I have to admit things got weird for a bit

And I screamed for you

«There goes my man!»