This ones about traveling
This ones about home
Westbound for work
Retreating East alone

Followed the dream
The oil patch is dry
Well, there’s oil left but the cost is too high

Going back home now
Try something new, something old, something blue
Nothing to lose, the years are all gone
Made all my money and spent every dime
Maybe try trucking or carpentry now
My dad was a farmer and my mother a nurse
I’m thinking I’ll call Pat to drive his hearse

The dead must pay one last time
We’re all gonna face it, you and I
Not worth the worry, neither the sweat
I’m tired of the running, I’m tired of the work
The ocean looks nice, I might try Caraquet
Old house by the ocean depends on what I can get
Lay the traps down, might try fishing next

Who am I kidding, that all sounds nice
Way above the asking price
Take a warm shower, drink down a beer
Light up a joint to clear the air
I’m all good now, don’t need to fret
I heard they’re hiring up north
Can’t go back yet