The Longest Road

Stephen Fearing 1992
© Mummy Dust / Fearing and Loathing Music

I’m standing at a window,
I’m pressed against the past
I’m looking on in black and white
Through the eyes of photographs
And I’m falling into faces
Cultivated smiles
Two dimensional, Je me souviens Canada

Out of Gastown in the morning
On a train in ‘69
Into the ark-weld of the rising sun
We left the coast behind
And the wheels rolling a rhythm
And I heard in them for the first time
The endless song of traveling out of Canada

Chorus
Oh Canada, the longest road I’ve know
Paved with the kind of broken hearts that lead to broken homes
Looking backwards I remember
The cracks in all the paving stones
And the distances I’ve traveled out of Canada

Through the dog-days of the prairies
The boundless sky above our heads
My stepfather looked for Mounties in the streets of Winnipeg
And he told them that my mother’s love
Had stole his heart away
And we all stood there posed for Polaroids of Canada

Chorus

I awoke wrapped in my mother’s arms on the docks of Montreal
The ships lit like Christmas, and the moon a swollen ball
When a sailor spoke of England, I’d never felt so small

I waited, until the ocean turned from emerald to grey
The wind threshed the water
And washed our wake away
And the seagulls blew like words
Back to the mouth of the St. Lawrence
As we sailed out
On The Empress of Canada

Chorus

The first country of my youth
My heart was ever drawn to you
Like a tongue to a broken tooth
In a world where everyone was always leaving
I was trying to keep my fingertips on Canada