Welcome To The Rock

On the northeast tip of North America
 On an island called Newfoundland
 There's an airport
 It used to be one of the biggest airports in the world
 And next to it is a town, called Gander
 Welcome to the rock if you come from away
 You probably understand about a half of what we say
 They say no man is an island, but an island makes a man
 Especially when one comes from one like Newfoundland
 Welcome to the rock
 That mornin' I'm in the classroom
 It's our first day back and the school buses are on strike, so
 I'm covering for Annette, she's runnin' late
 Sorry Beulah! How's the kids?
 Not exactly thrilled to be inside on such a gorgeous day
 So, I told 'em we'd only have half day this mornin'
 And they were quite pleased
 Until I told 'em we'd have the other half in the afternoon
 Welcome to the wildest weather that you ever heard of!
 Where everyone is nice but, it's never nice above
 Welcome to the farthest place you'll get from Disneyland
 Fish 'n' chips and shipwrecks
 This is Newfoundland
 Welcome to the Rock!
 An islander, I am an islander
 I'm an islander, I am an islander
 I'm an islander, I am an islander
 I'm an islander, I am an islander
 That mornin' I'm in my car
 The kids cross Airport Boulevard to get to school
 And that time of day people are in a little bit of a rush
 To get to work and stuff
 So, normally I sit there and run my radar (whoop! Whoop!)
 And if they're speeding I'll stop 'em
 And write out a warning ticket
 I'll write S-T-F-D
 Slow the fuck down!
 Welcome to the land where the winter tried to kill us
 And we said, "We will not be killed!"
 Welcome to the land where the waters tried to drown us
 And we said, "We will not be drowned"
 Welcome to the land where we lost our loved ones
 And we said, "We will still go on!"
 Welcome to the land where the wind tried to blow!
 And we said, "No!"
 That mornin' I drop my kids off at school and head to the SPCA
 Where I'm greeted by my other kids
 All barkin' and meowin' for breakfast and a belly rub
 Not that I'm complaining, I love them
 But by the time feeding's done
 I got to get back to pick up my human kids
 So, I take just one second for myself, and I'm sitting in my car
 I'm in the library
 I'm in the staff room
 And I turn on the radio
 You are here at the start of a moment
 On the edge of the world
 Where the river meets the sea
 Here on the edge of the Atlantic
 On an island in between
 There and here
 I'm running my radar when Bonnie comes by (I'm an islander)
 She pulls up (I'm an islander)
 And she is waving at me like mad (I'm an islander)
 So I roll down my window (I'm an islander)
 And she says (I'm an islander)
 Oz, turn on the radio (I'm an islander)
 Slow it down, Bonnie
 Jesus H, Oz! Turn on your radio!
 Where our story starts
 It's my first day at the station
 Where we'll end the night
 I'm gettin' coffee for the picket line
 Where we know by heart
 Five minutes 'til my smoke break
 Every single flight
 I'm off to work at the airport
 Welcome to the fog
 Welcome to the trees
 To the ocean and the sky
 And whatever's in between
 To the ones who've left
 You're never truly gone
 A candle's in the window
 And the kettle's always on
 When the sun is coming up
 And the world has come ashore
 If you're hoping for a harbor
 Then you'll find an open door
 In the winter, from the water
 Through whatever's in the way
 To the ones who have come from away
 Welcome to the rock!