Canada

The road
It's home
At least for now, the river's low

Wake me, please wake me
It's cold and warm on the prairie freeway

All the time I needed your approval to be me
All that time spent waiting for the jury duty
More than ever I needed Mora
More than Mora means
Be whatever you must be to get by

It's oil, It's wheat, It's soil, It's meat
It's beef!

The road, it's home, the mountain high, river low
Wake me, please wake me
When it's my turn to drive
Only the lonely (and maybe John Denver) know the Canadian freeway