Let's go, the puck drops
a west gale, we set sail....
Deep snow, all rocks
We high-tail to Clarenville.
I can see land, but mostly ocean.
Mom see's her past life,
she see's her past life etched in smoke,
her freezing shallow breath yelling "where's the mainland?"
A seafarer, the gamblers, the north-ice hunters....
Stellick's last pick, on that sinking ship.
I can see land, bust mostly ocean.
Mom see's her past life,
she see's her past life etched in smoke,
her freezing shallow breath yelling "where's the mainland?"
This is the last time,
this is the last time
my dad drives that Chev around the bend yelling "hold dinah!"
Mom see's her past life,
she see's her past life etched in smoke,
her freezing shallow breath yelling "where's the mainland?"
This is the last time,
this is the last time
my dad drives that Chev around the bend yelling
"hold dinah, hold dinah, holy mackinaw!"
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