Alberta Breeze

Justin Rutledge

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    All my city is dressed in skin
    Her lips are dark
    Her ankles thin
    Oh my dizzy ballerina, won't you give us a spin?
    My country's cold in autumn's chains
    Every time I think of her it rains
    When she breathes upon the morning
    She shakes all the weather vanes

    Now I try to keep a steady hand
    Because I'm living in a shaky land
    Lord I try to be an honest man
    But it's tougher than I ever planned
    In the westbound air tonight are those centuries
    My tongue-tied beheaded bride
    The Alberta breeze

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    Oh David drive like you've never done
    Oh Sarah sing like you've never sung
    Oh my dizzy ballerina spin like you've never spun
    Now I'm sending you a telegram
    About my days in the caravan
    With the steers and the bleating lambs
    Took the money and away I ran
    I recall how the dress you wore rose above your knees
    As the thrush flew from the mouth of the Alberta breeze

    The summer's turned it's back on me with a sorrow-laden symmetry
    With a highway kind of robbery
    Like my life was an apology
    Now I don't think about you all the time
    Only when the trees sway somehow slaughtered by the Alberta breeze

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