Sundown in the Paris of the prairies Wheat kings have all treasures buried And all you hear are rusty breezes Pushing the weathervane Jesus
In his Zippo lighter he sees the killer's face Maybe it's someone in the killers' place Twenty years for nothing, well, that's nothing new Besides, no one's interested in something you didn't do
Wheat kings and pretty things Let's just see what the morning brings
There's a dream he dreams where his high school's dead and stark It's a museum where we are locked in it after dark Where the the halls are all lined all yellow, grey and sinister Hung with pictures of our parent's Prime Ministers
Wheat kings and pretty things Let's just see what the morning brings
Late breaking story on the CBC A nation whispers, "We always knew he'd go free" They add "You can't be fond of living in the past" 'Cause if you are then no way you're going to last"
Wheat kings and pretty things Let's just see what the morning brings Wheat kings and pretty things Let's just see what the morning brings
Gord Downie
Just one of the many pieces written by The Tragically Hip's front man Gord Downie.