The Roads Are Long In Canada Songtext

von Bob Franke

The roads are long in Canada,
You're driving through the night;
You're washed in prairie moon and stars,
You're bathing in their light
And if God in her heaven seems so far away,
Well, at least you're assured that you're headed for day,
And you're headed for someone who's asked you to stay, and it's right

It took a night in Canada
To recognize your soul
To heal some dark and hollow times
With clarity and cold
For the deals that you made you bitter and sick,
And so trapped in that place where it happened so quick,
And so lost without moving, you knew that the trick was to go
Racing a distant horizon, you learn what it means to be small;
Leaving your plans for an empire, you finally hear your heart's call

A silver night in Canada
Was what you needed most
To show you that your spirit
Was more than just a ghost
And it's not just the stars, and it's not just the moon,
But your car's little engine will get you there soon,
And though all of this distance maroons you wherever you roam,
You're on your way home

And it's not just the stars, and it's not just the moon,
But your car's little engine will get you there soon,
And though all of this distance maroons you wherever you roam,
You're on your way home