saskatchewan winter night and the bar's jammed clear they're thinking of the summer slump sun drought rain fear saskatchewan tractors frozen to the ground on account of all the snow the men sit at the bar and drink to hockey night in toronto the mother holds her baby closer against her chest she's waiting for you to come home with this week's cheque last week you drank it all the week before that too the week before that one you lost it on the balls and cues... saskatchewan... and everybody drinks because there's no work because there's no rain summer time is holding; flies called back to work again we all know you're leaving we all know you've left greyhound scars that build themselves tighten in the chest saskatchewan