music by Gord Sinclair)

I had heart, but I used to be older
I'm not like I used to be
had you, but I guess its all over
you talk, but you're not like me.

	you talk and you talk like some weird saint
	what do you think that we could taint?
	when your nothing I am and I'm something you ain't

hold me, until the night makes colder
tell me, how life's made you bad
kick me when I choke and I smolder
when I'm not what you had.

	I'm looking for a Cemetery sideroad
	I'm screaming like a lighthouse lamp
	I'm chasing after what I think I'm owed
	like a french foreign tramp

you swim in an ocean that's storming
you eat when the wolves all do
you ache like a mother mourning
when you're left alone with you