Vancouver Divorce

D                G
What the hell is this?
                                  D
You said, "It's art, just fucking mirror it."
                G
Where did we go wrong?
                   A
If not here, where do we belong?
                                      G
In a shot of sun off an airplane far above her?
                                         A
In the glint of a foot-burnished manhole cover?
                                   G
In a light, a sign of one kind or another?
                                      D
In the gleaming eye of a fighter or a lover?
                    G
Sitting here at the Hortons,
                    A    D
so you know this is important.
                  G
If not here, then where?
                 A
If not now, then when?
                              G
When a feather's an immovable force?
                                A
When the stampede's an obstacle course?
                                         G
When Ancient Train has hit Ol' Transient Horse?
                         D
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 colours 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.