From the sticks to the big smoke She looked out the window barely spoke Some things in life are hard to swallow The first thing that we will do When we get there is rent a room Our spirits on a wind will have to follow
We'll say all our goodbyes We'll cut all of our ties Midnight ferry crossing
Some people see it from miles away Others just wake up one day The rug is pulled from underneath their feet At night I walked across the ice Bunting over my shoulder And a hunting knife in my teeth
We'll say all our goodbyes We'll cut all of our ties Midnight ferry crossing
