the hard canadian

the hard canadian

he don't have much to say

but he hurts your feelings

almost every single day

takes a puff-a-nothing

picks something from his tongue

he's the hard canadian

doesn't care what you do

don't give a damn about you

what's a windswept face

the elusive presence of the sun

to the hard canadian?

is all darkness in his heart

but for the glow of her nightgown

through the dark

yeah

but then he blurs the image

drags his brush through the wet pigment

'cause he's the hard canadian

his berating heart

grown thorny with sin

and oh the silences

he don't listen to them

whether he's just mean or wilfully dense

he says

from life nothing; to death nothing"