Onward through a snowy tomb
I didn’t fall asleep in my seat
Two white-knuckle death-grips:
One at the top of the wheel
One wrapped firmly around a large double-double
(Please Play Again)
Urged forth
First by Rogers of Stan
Then, The Tragically Hip
For Hugh Maclennan!
For Make and Break Harbour!
Onward!
Fare the well brothers and sisters of the road -
I know we are kindred spirits.
In this together,
Because we are out here together
Know that I love you,
But I must press forth
And leave you behind
For I have promises to keep
And many miles to drive before I sleep.
I will break this path for you,
But be warned:
When all is white,
I make no distinction between road, shoulder, ditch