Canola Fields

I was thinkin' 'bout you crossin' Southern Alberta Canola fields, on a July day About the same chartreuse as that '69 Bug You used to drive around San Jose Never knew where my old white Lincoln might take me Party on wheels with suicide doors Bring the kids, and the dogs, and your grandma, too We always had room for more 'Til that white-knuckle ride back from Santa Cruz Second-best surfer on the Central Coast Had you wrapped up all the way back to Los Gatos And I coulda cut his throat And it wasn't like we were an item to start with It had no basis, in fact But the whiskey could push me to sudden extremes I don't wanna think about that I don't wanna think about that Take my hand, Marie Take a death grip on some part of me Keep me from driftin' far out to sea Or I'll be lost out there We all filtered away with the days gettin' shorter Seekin' our place in the greater scheme Kids and careers and a vague sense of order A-bustin' apart at the seams I heard you switched coasts, moved in with your sister I doubt you'd have called it "Familial bliss" We met up in Brooklyn before it went hipster You carried your keys in your fist In a way-back corner of a cross-town bus We were hidin' out under my hat Cashin' in on a 30-year crush You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that Take my hand, Marie Take a death grip on some part of me Keep me from driftin' far out to sea Or I'll be lost out there Or I'll be lost out there I was thinkin' 'bout you crossin' southern Alberta Canola fields at harvest time Looked like tumbleweeds all raked up into rows In brown rusty contour lines And there's not much movin' on the romance radar Not that I'm cravin' it all that much But I still need to feel every once in a while The warmth of a smile and a touch In a way-back corner of a cross-town bus We were hidin' out under my hat Cashin' in on a 30-year crush You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that Take my hand, Marie Take a death grip on some part of me Keep me from driftin' far out to sea Or I'll be lost out there Or I'll be lost out there I'll be lost out there