I met you in the forest where the Borealis shine
And every fish in that old lake could tell that you were mine
We sang there to each other and the falls they lent an ear
My old life fell away like mahogany veneer
When we got to New York City
All our dreams were waiting there
Pennies in our pockets and sunshine in our hair
We stood out on the ferry and the wind was at our cheek
We scanned our new horizons and the vastness made us weep
We fell in love with Memphis
With it's muddy, bleeding heart
Down on Union Street their taking rock n' roll apart
The sunset on the delta, the whistle of the train
And all the boarded buildings, made me long for Winnipeg
When we got to New Orleans, we found a city on its knees
Homes hung with shadows and streets lined with weeds
We went down to the old quarter and not a soul was there
The mighty Mississippi as silent as a prayer
Driving cross Saskatchewan, the road straight as a knife
We learned that Terry Berg had taken his own life
Did his hand betray his conscience?
Was he lost or was he found?
We hauled sixteen hours back just to put him in the ground
On the night we left Nashville
Johnny's house was burning down
We crossed into Kentucky in the dark without a sound
The radio was static, the moon was out of sight
I watched you sleep beside me and turned off the dashboard light
And every fish in that old lake could tell that you were mine
We sang there to each other and the falls they lent an ear
My old life fell away like mahogany veneer
When we got to New York City
All our dreams were waiting there
Pennies in our pockets and sunshine in our hair
We stood out on the ferry and the wind was at our cheek
We scanned our new horizons and the vastness made us weep
We fell in love with Memphis
With it's muddy, bleeding heart
Down on Union Street their taking rock n' roll apart
The sunset on the delta, the whistle of the train
And all the boarded buildings, made me long for Winnipeg
When we got to New Orleans, we found a city on its knees
Homes hung with shadows and streets lined with weeds
We went down to the old quarter and not a soul was there
The mighty Mississippi as silent as a prayer
Driving cross Saskatchewan, the road straight as a knife
We learned that Terry Berg had taken his own life
Did his hand betray his conscience?
Was he lost or was he found?
We hauled sixteen hours back just to put him in the ground
On the night we left Nashville
Johnny's house was burning down
We crossed into Kentucky in the dark without a sound
The radio was static, the moon was out of sight
I watched you sleep beside me and turned off the dashboard light