Sun rise in the valley of the stinking dead.

I'm lonely lonelier instead

The lady Muskoka shines her waves and still life carries on



Well I remember snow flakes and exports on the floor

I remember day break like I've never been here before

When you're living on forty-five



Late nights driving with the boys

I know that yes they're thinking of me

I'm worried thinking bout the way life goes and still life carries on



Well I remember snow flakes and exports on the floor

I remember day break like I've never been here before

When you're living on forty-five



Walking Yonge Street smelling all I need to know

I'm worried thinking bout my mother

I'm worried thinking bout the way life goes, still life carries on