The Wheat Pool
Whyte Avenue
Between the silence and the beating of my heart
I said “I’m leaving sometime after dark”
The van was quiet except for patti schmidt
-32 and I feel like shit
I took the highway south to Calgary
To strangle my fears in The Big Lonely
But you stuck it out, you started it over
got back in time to see you off to Toronto
We be long out side the warm glow
stumbling down streets we used to know
The cold embrace of Whyte Avenue
This city ain’t the same without you
Across the prairies past them Great Lakes
We haunt highways we do what takes
Cuz I’ve walked with you down Bloor, past Yonge
And I’ve watched you dream on King
As Whyte Ave burns, it feels like everything is gone
