Alberta Breeze Songtext

Now, I try to keep a steady hand,
'cause I'm living in a shaky land
Lord, I try to be an honest man,
but it's tougher than I ever planned

In the west-bound air tonight,
those centuries
My tongue-tied beheaded bride,
the Alberta breeze

Oh, David, drive like you never done
Oh, Sarah, sing like you never sung
Oh, my dizzy ballerina,
spin like you never spun

Now, I'm selling you a telegram
about my days in the caravan
with the steers and the bleating lambs
Took the money and away I ran
But I recall how the dress you wore
rose above your knees
as the thrush flew from the mouth of
the Alberta breeze

Man, the summer's turned its back on me
with a sorrow-laden symmetry,
with a highway kind of robbery,
like my life was an apology

And I don't think about you all the time
Only when the trees
sway somehow slaughtered by
the Alberta breeze