oh merry lows
you say you're going to America
you never let a moment own you
unless it belonged to somebody else
and every puff could kill you
whatever cut's been yawning in your heart
and every note could fill you
whatever cut's been yawning in your heart
oh hey no way
oh hey no way
you'll find a reason back to Canada
if only problems could complete you
you'll find a reason back to somewhere else
and on your way
you'll notice something that you won't forget
it's not ability to kill you
unless the Carolinas fill your lungs
and every puff could kill you
whatever cut's been yawning in your heart
and never enough to fill you
whatever cut's been yawning in your heart