Canola Fields

I was thinkin' 'bout you crossin' Southern Alberta

Canola fields, on a July day

About the same chartreuse as that '69 Bug

You used to drive around San Jose

Never knew where my old white Lincoln might take me

Party on wheels with suicide doors

Bring the kids, and the dogs, and your grandma, too

We always had room for more

'Til that white-knuckle ride back from Santa Cruz

Second-best surfer on the Central Coast

Had you wrapped up all the way back to Los Gatos

And I coulda cut his throat

And it wasn't like we were an item to start with

It had no basis, in fact

But the whiskey could push me to sudden extremes

I don't wanna think about that

I don't wanna think about that

Take my hand, Marie

Take a death grip on some part of me

Keep me from driftin' far out to sea

Or I'll be lost out there

We all filtered away with the days gettin' shorter

Seekin' our place in the greater scheme

Kids and careers and a vague sense of order

A-bustin' apart at the seams

I heard you switched coasts, moved in with your sister

I doubt you'd have called it "Familial bliss"

We met up in Brooklyn before it went hipster

You carried your keys in your fist

In a way-back corner of a cross-town bus

We were hidin' out under my hat

Cashin' in on a 30-year crush

You can't be young and do that

You can't be young and do that

Take my hand, Marie

Take a death grip on some part of me

Keep me from driftin' far out to sea

Or I'll be lost out there

Or I'll be lost out there

I was thinkin' 'bout you crossin' southern Alberta

Canola fields at harvest time

Looked like tumbleweeds all raked up into rows

In brown rusty contour lines

And there's not much movin' on the romance radar

Not that I'm cravin' it all that much

But I still need to feel every once in a while

The warmth of a smile and a touch

In a way-back corner of a cross-town bus

We were hidin' out under my hat

Cashin' in on a 30-year crush

You can't be young and do that

You can't be young and do that

You can't be young and do that

You can't be young and do that

Take my hand, Marie

Take a death grip on some part of me

Keep me from driftin' far out to sea

Or I'll be lost out there

Or I'll be lost out there

I'll be lost out there