Trans Canada Songtext
von Constantines

There′s no shortcut
No straight line
The highwayman defined
The sleeping country
Ghost holes in my head
Keeping time
Wandering minds

Travelling Skanada
They're gone


Hot dice keep rolling
Try to lose all in nothing
Now familiar, now forgotten
Forget the prize
Forget the song
They′re gone

Travelling Skanada
They're gone

I had that vision, brother
What about you, brother?
We can ride, ride on
The shining path together
You're the black angel
I was on your side
But now the deep river
Looking into the night
No vacancy
So long

Travelling Skanada
Held on