Vancouver Divorce Songtext
von Gord Downie

What the hell is this?
You said, "It′s art, just fucking mirror it"
Where did we go wrong?
If not here where do we belong?

In a shot of sun off an airplane far above her?
In the glint of the foot-burnished manhole cover?
In a light, a sign of one kind or another?
In the gleaming eye of a fighter or a lover?

Sitting here at the Horton's
So you know this is important
If not here then where?
If not now then when?


When a feather′s an immovable force?
When the stampede's an obstacle course?
When Ancient Train has hit Old Transient Horse?
When we're a Vancouver divorce?

Now that we′ve hammered the last spike
And we′ve punched the railroad through
Thought there'd be more to say
Thought there′d be more to do

I love your paintings, don't take your colours away
I′ve grown more fearful of them every day
Swimming up their dark rivers to discover its source
A source of strange and unrequited remorse
And I found the end of the world of course
And it's not the end of the world of course
It′s just a Vancouver divorce
It's just a Vancouver divorce