Canadian Thanksgiving Songtext
von Graham Wright

On the Greyhound to the town where you grew up
You were holding hands with Mary Anne
You didn′t know her eyes were shut

On the highway where the cities disappear
Oh my god she looks so beautiful
A pencil tucked behind her ear

Oh! She looks so good you don't know what to do
Oh! Don′t get your hopes up
She won't fall in love with you


Playing hockey with her brothers on the lake
If you knew what she was up to, boy
Your virgin heart would probably break

Drinking whiskey sours and dancing on the lawn
And then fumbling with some stranger
In the bathroom of the restaurant

Oh! She looks like such a sweet and pretty girl
In the picture on her parents wall of you and her in school
Oh! You stop by her house, she's nowhere to be found
And now the snow is falling thick and fast
And painting shadows on the ground
One, two, three, four!