John K. Samson - Longitudinal Centre Lyrics
This Spring made Winter an insulting opening offer down the passing laneIt's getting harder to negotiateThawing out and icing up againPast the [midwhere?] circle of Provincial flags flagging in the front yardTired of trying to make us thinkThat it hasn't always been so hardThe sky looks seasick on the boxcar's swayWhere the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far awaySo the sun pulls me out and then lets me in, I'm a vacuum-powered cordIn the back of that van full of kidsCleaning carpets for the LordAnd I make a little list of sounds I've found, it comforted us in the pastThe roar of the rumble stripsAnd the Mennonite meter of the flood forecast[Haddow?] wind strums on those signs that sayThe Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far awaySteer this boat around the snow plow sprayWhile the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away