I'm thinking of the home I've left behind And I'm tired from driving all night To what we arrive is our new saddle Tonight we hit Calgary Your reflection is asleep on the windshield Your hand rest secret behind your hair Truck stop at one-thirty for a coffee Tonight we hit Calgary from its radial plains And I'll watch my breath freeze in the air You'll cup your mouth with wooden hands We'll be cold and dreaming Beneath the rubble of the Rockies There is a storm soon after the calm In the great beyond the farm Lives the cold potential for mining oil Like frozen wheat sown in the soil And if there's something we'd take away As a lesson for every day Is we can make anything we wanna And you say, "maybe" And see you stand out on the lawn Fashioning a melting snowman And somehow I'm warmed by your beauty Here in springtime Calgary F*ck it, I'm going home