Canola Fields Letra

Never knew where my old white Lincoln might take you
Party on wheels with suicide doors
Bring the kids and the dogs and your grandma too
We always had room for more

’Til that white knuckle ride back from Santa Cruz
Second best surfer on the central coast
Had you wrapped up all the way back to Los Gatos
And I couldda cut his throat

And I wasn't like we were an item to start with
It had no basis in fact
But the whiskey could push me to sudden еxtremes
I don't wanna think about that
I don't wanna think about that

Take my hand Mariе
Take a death grip on some part of me
Keep me from driftin' far out to sea
Or I'll be lost out there

We all filtered away with the days gettin' shorter
Seekin' our place in the greater scheme
Kids and careers and a vague sense of order
Bustin’ apart at the seams

I heard you switched coasts, moved in with your sister
I doubt she’d'a called it familial bliss
We met up in Brooklyn before it went hipster
You carried your keys in your fist

Then away back corner of a cross-town bus
We were hidin’ out under my hat
Cashin' in on a thirty year crush
You can't be young and do that
You can't be young and do that

Take my hand Marie
Take a death grip on some part of me
Keep me from driftin’ far out to sea
Or I'll be lost out there
Or I'll be lost out there

I was thinkin' 'bout you crossin' Southern Alberta
Canola fields at harvest time look like
Tumbleweeds all raked up into rows
Brown rusty contour lines

There's not much movin' on the romance radar
Not that I'm cravin' it all that much
But I still need to feel every once in a while
The warmth of a smile and a touch

Then away back corner of a cross-town bus
We were hidin' out under my hat
Cashin' in on a thirty year crush
You can't be young and do that
You can't be young and do that
You can't be young and do that
You can't be young and do that

Take my hand Marie
Take a death grip on some part of me
Keep me from driftin' far out to sea
Or I'll be lost out there
Or I'll be lost out there
I'll be lost out there