Wheat like waves
The Canadian plains were an ocean wide
Flowing to the sky with prefab sprout
Echoing out of your '90s Accord
With the mismatched doors

Away from the wives for just a few days
Traveling 'cross the divide, my delusions ablaze
But a homesteader's life at forty-five
Was just a fleeting dream
There's no way I'd survive
The winters in Saskatchewan are so cold

You talked of your kid
How frightened you'd been when she almost died
With tears in your eyes
But I could not pretend
To comprehend the depths of that kind of love
As a childless man

There's so little time, so many miles to drive
Before the endless sleep eventually arrives
But I never would've thought that life was so long
That we'd be growing old with stories untold

You were kindled by the dials on the dashboard
Your tattoos like the stamps upon your passport
Speeding like we thought we were escaping
From everything we feared that we were breaking
By trying to hold them in our hands

You were kindled by the dials on the dashboard
Your tattoos like the stamps upon your passport
Speeding like we thought we were escaping
From everything we feared that we were breaking
By trying to hold them in our hands

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard