Wrong Side of the Country

In Vancouver, I bury my youth here
End of the road come, my eyes were wide and blind

I tried to live in, the myths I've given
My imagination since I was eight or nine

That I'm a rambler, true love handler
Running on the fuel of music and wine

By downtown fountains, I laid me down by mountains
I laid me down to sleep and when I sleep I cry

I'm on the wrong side of the country
On the wrong side of my mind
On the wrong side of the country my love
And man, I am hard to find

Guess I'm no traveler, I'm a soul unraveler
But living in me is a map of the country

Made miscalculations on the size of nations
But when the cold winds blow you can't sleep out at night

So I sit here broke down, in flat near Chinatown
Waiting for tea, wondering why when I speak I cry