put my faith in the wrong place drunken hearts of golden boys government by my piano bench sings my sullen worn out voice cuz i'm still an empty hole floating in canadian cold put my feet on a small town street to get close to being born push my rage to the epilogue page shove the blue sky in a drawer cuz i'm still half of a bird hanging onto grown man's words don't be fooled at sunny smiles don't be fooled by every mile i've run don't be fooled at sunny smiles don't be fooled by every mile i've run do answers come where i store my guns in the dressing room downstairs hide from sight in toronto nights you wonder why i linger in your air