road tripped up to the cariboo to visit a special someone
I went up the mountain looking for answers
through the grapevines
through the canyons
and the birds were calling out your name
yeah, the birds were calling you
from the treetop, heard you singing
another sad song you believed in
and the dust was filling up the air
all the dust in the air
and all our hopes and dreams get stoned
and all our hopes and dreams turn to stone
I went to the river looking for saviours
and my toes were numb with cold
in the reflection I saw myself
a reflection of me