(J Hamel)
Walking past one,
Do you want to try for Ottawa?
Let's keep heading north,
Where the sun doesn't boil
Five blocks past falling,
Bricks and caves and signs,
We'll turn around,
It's so far today
Next night past one,
I say let's try for Oregon;
The steams were lifting from the road
If we had some dollars,
The bus would take us anywhere
But then we'd miss
these humid steams and stars
Trying to sleep,
The walls were cracking with the heat;
And outside,
The paint was sweating off the walls
And from the roof,
We saw the neighbors were up too,
And they packed their bags to drive away
Walking past one,
Do you want to try for Ottawa?
Let's keep heading north,
Where the sun doesn't boil