"Good Night" - Departing - The Rural Alberta Advantage
The city’s love is cold and the city’s love is hard,
It locks into our veins from the first September’s frost.
January’s snap and the April winter thaw,
Rough and tumble summers underneath the midnight sun.
Rush into the woods where we first felt god,
Ripple through our veins from the moment when we touched.
Someday, if you can get back together in your heart,
Maybe we might get back together, but…