Canada Geese
Us middle-aged men just completing
The finishing touches on a dope deal.
It's agreed we get a small piece
In the middle of a cornfield.
When these Canada geese fly south,
We'll harvest in the dark.
We can talk just to ourselves
Or we can talk just to the stars.
Us Canada geese held a meeting
In the middle of a cornfield.
It's agreed; we leave in small vees
And meet up again in the real world.
Like middle-aged men smoke dope
And talk just to their cars,
We can talk just to ourselves
Or we can talk just to the stars.