Overall about difficult moments of disappointment and vulnerability. Having hope and longing, while remaining optimistic for the future. Encourages the belief that with each new morning there is a chance for things to improve.
The chorus offers a glimmer of optimism and a chance at a resolution and redemption in the future.
Captures the rollercoaster of emotions of feeling lost while loving someone who is not there for you, feeling let down and abandoned while waiting for a lover. Lost with no direction, "Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair, Nowhere to go, I can go anywhere"
The bridge shows signs of longing and a plea for companionship. The Lyrics express a desire for authentic connection and the importance of Loving someone just as they are. "Just in passing, I'm not asking. That you be anyone but you”
The honeymoon suite
Is a sad scene
It's a gong show
It's a bad dream
It's a six bed dorm
Full of German teens
Tripping balls and venting spleens
The whole hotel
Is different now
They fixed it up nice
Tore the soul out
They kept the smell, though
That's something
And it's fifty five bucks
For a private room
I thought, hell, I'm here
I'm not too good to stay
I wanted to be honest, now
The dawns about to break
I'm trying to remember
What you told me by the lake
That was so long ago
I was somebody else
In those days
I'm writing just to tell you
I've got nothing left to say
I'm tired of being awestruck
By the mountains and the lakes
They used to be new
I forget how that felt
And now I only come to canmore
When I'm feeling sorry for myself
The bar still smells like cigarettes
But the brawlers either moved
Or died, or haven't woken up yet
The ghosts that used to haunt this place
Got exorcized by time and taste
Or gentrified, accessorized, and tamed
But I'm still up
To get real down
I came all this way
So lets drag these chains around
I wanted to be honest, now
The dawns about to break
I'm trying to remember
What you told me by the lake
That was so long ago
I was somebody else
In those days
I'm writing just to tell you
I've got nothing left to say
I'm tired of being awestruck
By the mountains and the lakes
They used to be new
I forget how that felt
And now I only come to canmore
When I'm feeling sorry for myself
In the morning
The weather wasn't perfect
But I figured that
I better hit the road
I took the short way
To the highway
Skipped the scenic route entirely
It's just another cheap horizon
Making promises that it can't keep
It was open mic
The place was packed
There were young men
Singing sad songs
You just have to laugh, sometimes
I bummed a smoke
From a local girl
She said being from here's
Just like being from anywhere else
And she was friendly
She said let's dance
I thought what the hell
But I lost her on the way back in
I'm trying to be quiet now
The spells about to break
I'm trying to hold onto
What it felt like by the lake
But it slips through my hands
Like a fistful of sand
These days
So i'm writing just to say
I won't be writing you a-gain
It's time to say goodbye
To all the mountains and the lakes
They'll be here when we're gone
They'll be looking out
But, me
I only come to canmore when i'm feeling sorry
I only come to canmore when i'm feeling sorry
I only come to canmore when i'm feeling sorry for myself
Is a sad scene
It's a gong show
It's a bad dream
It's a six bed dorm
Full of German teens
Tripping balls and venting spleens
The whole hotel
Is different now
They fixed it up nice
Tore the soul out
They kept the smell, though
That's something
And it's fifty five bucks
For a private room
I thought, hell, I'm here
I'm not too good to stay
I wanted to be honest, now
The dawns about to break
I'm trying to remember
What you told me by the lake
That was so long ago
I was somebody else
In those days
I'm writing just to tell you
I've got nothing left to say
I'm tired of being awestruck
By the mountains and the lakes
They used to be new
I forget how that felt
And now I only come to canmore
When I'm feeling sorry for myself
The bar still smells like cigarettes
But the brawlers either moved
Or died, or haven't woken up yet
The ghosts that used to haunt this place
Got exorcized by time and taste
Or gentrified, accessorized, and tamed
But I'm still up
To get real down
I came all this way
So lets drag these chains around
I wanted to be honest, now
The dawns about to break
I'm trying to remember
What you told me by the lake
That was so long ago
I was somebody else
In those days
I'm writing just to tell you
I've got nothing left to say
I'm tired of being awestruck
By the mountains and the lakes
They used to be new
I forget how that felt
And now I only come to canmore
When I'm feeling sorry for myself
In the morning
The weather wasn't perfect
But I figured that
I better hit the road
I took the short way
To the highway
Skipped the scenic route entirely
It's just another cheap horizon
Making promises that it can't keep
It was open mic
The place was packed
There were young men
Singing sad songs
You just have to laugh, sometimes
I bummed a smoke
From a local girl
She said being from here's
Just like being from anywhere else
And she was friendly
She said let's dance
I thought what the hell
But I lost her on the way back in
I'm trying to be quiet now
The spells about to break
I'm trying to hold onto
What it felt like by the lake
But it slips through my hands
Like a fistful of sand
These days
So i'm writing just to say
I won't be writing you a-gain
It's time to say goodbye
To all the mountains and the lakes
They'll be here when we're gone
They'll be looking out
But, me
I only come to canmore when i'm feeling sorry
I only come to canmore when i'm feeling sorry
I only come to canmore when i'm feeling sorry for myself
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