Sometimes I feel like
a raincoat before the storm
Sagging from a hanger
Weary of being worn
Cause everybody tries to put me on
And too many people
really wear me down
Sometimes I'm like a river
trying to run my own stream
The rocks, the docks, the shoreline
force my way upon their scheme
So the rapids come
And I'm the one torn about
And when they're here
My direction becomes unclear
So I'm going back to Canada
I'm going back some day
Going back home to Canada
Nothing's gonna stand in my way
Now if only the time would
stand still for a while
Then I would have no time
to think about my troubles, child
But time flies by
And I'll let it take me high
I'd make no difference
being nowhere in the sky
So I'm going back to Canada
I'm going back some day
Going back home to Canada
Nothing's gonna stand in my way (x2)
The only place you ever gonna be free
is there where you really wanna be
The only thing that's really true is
to do what you really wanna do
And I wanna sleep with you
right now in a forest
And dream under a Canadian sky
And if you can't be free
where you're living
Then you'll be free where you die
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