I almost cried on the day my country died

I almost tried to care

They built a wall to protect them from us all

We should have left them there


Revolution is the first to go

The rest is forced to stay

Shall I cast this out, this wilted rose?

Yeah yeah yeah, no no no

Like Pierre Trudeau's walk out in the snow

Can it be time to leave?


I spent my youth thinking people spoke the truth

Now it's hard to think

Was I naive to say I do believe

That none of us should sink?

They sold us out and they sold us short

And we're the one's who'll have to pay


Shall I cast this out, this wilted rose?

Yeah yeah yeah, no no no

Like Pierre Trudeau's walk out in the snow

Can it be time to leave?


Don't go

You know it's all the same to me these days

I swear it's hard to care