Geographic Centre of Canada

We rushed past totem poles and retired airplanes
 Caffeine and nicotine buzzing in my veins
 Somewhere near High River, I pulled to the side of the road
 So much space and sky and time spent alone
 You sleep peacefully in the sun
 In the middle of Canada
 The yellow line is pushing me on and on and on
 These ruined photographs from a snowy day in June
 And I don't want this lonely day to end too soon
 We retire to quieter corners so we can hear each other talk
 But our silences only grow louder as we cry in the Black Dog
 You sleep peacefully in the sun in a car across Canada
 I'm trying to find the words to make you stay
 I'm driven by the need to move so fast, but I want to move so slow
 The yellow line is pushing me on and on and on
 You sleep peacefully in the sun in the middle of Canada
 You're starting to smile again, or so I've heard
 I'm back in the car tonight, I'll be there before you wake
 The yellow line is pushing me on and on and on
 You sleep peacefully in the sunYou sleep peacefully in the sun
 You sleep peacefully in the sun
 You sleep peacefully in the sun