Lyrics Gordon Downie

Gordon Downie

Vancouver Divorce

What the hell is this?

You said, "It's art, just fuckin' mirror it."

Where did we go wrong?

If not here, where do we belong?

In a shot of sun off an airplane far above her?

In the glint of the foot-burnished manhole cover?

In a light, a sign of one kind or another?

In the gleaming eye of a fighter or a lover?

Sitting here at the Horton's,

so you know this is important.

If not here, then where?

If not now then when?

When a feather's an immovable force?

When the stampede's an obstacle course?

When Ancient Train has hit Ol' Transient Horse?

When we're a Vancouver divorce?

Now that we've hammered the last spike

and we've punched the railroad through,

thought there'd be more to say

thought there'd be more to do.

I love your paintings-don't take your colors away.

I've grown more fearful of them every day.

Swimming up their dark rivers to discover your source,

a source of strange and unrequited remorse.

And I found the end of the world, of course,

but it's not the end of the world, of course.

It's just a Vancouver divorce.

It's just a Vancouver divorce.