The Road to Lushes Bight (Island Stock)

This place you are leaving is ever your home

It'll occupy your needing when you want no more to roam

And every little inlet every cove and every rock

Is the stuff that you are made of

You are Island stock

At 20 young men travel

Their load is small and light

For most it never matters whether they go left or right

I was thinking on those cities how bright they seem at night

While aurora borealis lit the road to Lushes Bight

Manmade urban spaces they don't rest they're never still

And the wind remains alone without purpose without will

There's nothing for their homeless but a rich man's godless prayer

That whoever they are they are not in despair

This place you are leaving is ever your home

It'll occupy your needing when you want no more to roam

And every little inlet every cove and every rock

Is the stuff that you are made of

You are Island stock

I've seen those young men travel

dreadfully but proud

In need of a livelihood wanting to live out loud

Leaving all they know behind them

Sacrificing all their ways

And Toronto sees a thousand like them every single day

At 40 they are wondering about all that they've lost

They revel in security but they question every cost

One day a token finds them

A letter or a friend

And all they've built is broken and all they've started ends

This place you are leaving is ever your home

It'll occupy your needing when you want no more to roam

And every little inlet every cove and every rock

Is the stuff that you are made of

You are Island stock

Yes every single inlet every cove and every rock

Is the stuff that you are made of

You are Island stock