The Bear - The Tragically Hip

I was first attracted by your scent.

Your heart must be a caramelized onion.

By the time I saw your flame

It was all over for you and what’s-his-name.

I think it was Algonquin Park.

It was so cold and winter-dark.

A promised hibernation high,

Took me across the great black plate of ice.

Now I’m the Islander.

I found a place to call my den

And dreamt of the Ferry and

The Enormous Man.

Huge as were his children

Following around after him.

I’m the Islander

Woke up in the furtive Spring

More capable of anything.

I waited for more men to come

They docked their boats and cocked their guns.

The time for truth and reconciliation’s gone.

But with my belly full I intended to get

Something done.

I’m the Islander

Woke up in the dead of Spring

More hungry than anything

Islander.