Nova Scotia

(альбом: Bad Mother Trucker - 2002)

I watch the objects form in cloudy skies
A bat, a pirate ship and then her eyes
So I pound a shot down
Punch my arm and set up a new round
Till me, myself and I can't concentrate

The clouds conspire to show me what I miss
Her hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered up to kiss
The wind blows drags her nose
Through her forehead like a horn grows
The omen clears but years too late

Nova Scotia's so damn cold yeah
And I moved here to give her space
Drinking Stoli to kill my memory
There's not enough to lose her face

The wind blows drags her nose
Through her forehead like a horn grows
The omen clears but years too late

Nova Scotia's so damn cold yeah
And I moved here to give her space

She poisoned our hometown
So I moved a half a world away
Where frozen winter chokes the color
Leaving black and white and gray

So I pound a shot down
Punch my arm and set up a new round
Till me, myself and I can't concentrate

Nova Scotia's so damn cold yeah
And I moved here to give her space
Drinking Stoli to kill my memory
There's not enough to lose her face
Nova Scotia's so damn cold yeah