Canmore Hotel

The honeymoon suite Is a sad scene It's a gong show It's a bad dream It's a six bed dorm Full of German teens Tripping balls and venting spleens The whole hotel Is different now They fixed it up nice Tore the soul out They kept the smell, though That's something And it's fifty five bucks For a private room I thought, hell, I'm here I'm not too good to stay I wanted to be honest, now The dawns about to break I'm trying to remember What you told me by the lake That was so long ago I was somebody else In those days I'm writing just to tell you I've got nothing left to say I'm tired of being awestruck By the mountains and the lakes They used to be new I forget how that felt And now I only come to canmore When I'm feeling sorry for myself The bar still smells like cigarettes But the brawlers either moved Or died, or haven't woken up yet The ghosts that used to haunt this place Got exorcized by time and taste Or gentrified, accessorized, and tamed But I'm still up To get real down I came all this way So lets drag these chains around I wanted to be honest, now The dawns about to break I'm trying to remember What you told me by the lake That was so long ago I was somebody else In those days I'm writing just to tell you I've got nothing left to say I'm tired of being awestruck By the mountains and the lakes They used to be new I forget how that felt And now I only come to canmore When I'm feeling sorry for myself In the morning The weather wasn't perfect But I figured that I better hit the road I took the short way To the highway Skipped the scenic route entirely It's just another cheap horizon Making promises that it can't keep It was open mic The place was packed There were young men Singing sad songs You just have to laugh, sometimes I bummed a smoke From a local girl She said being from here's Just like being from anywhere else And she was friendly She said let's dance I thought what the hell But I lost her on the way back in I'm trying to be quiet now The spells about to break I'm trying to hold onto What it felt like by the lake But it slips through my hands Like a fistful of sand These days So i'm writing just to say I won't be writing you a-gain It's time to say goodbye To all the mountains and the lakes They'll be here when we're gone They'll be looking out But, me I only come to canmore when i'm feeling sorry I only come to canmore when i'm feeling sorry I only come to canmore when i'm feeling sorry for myself