From the recording Tourist
Lyrics
Good old Lenny
He died doing what he loved
Now his soul resides
In the fluffy clouds above
Gather wild onions
By their roots
Fishing sticks and nettles
From our boots
Little trapper dog
Resting on her sleeping bag
Guess i'll write a song
And take another drag
Sticky sap and soil
On our hands
Gathered wood and water
Got no plans
An "in memoriam"
Read like a thunder in your chest
As your dear old dad
Became a plaque upon a bench
You used to hike together
On this trail
You hear him in the bird's songs
It never fails
Trading with your sister
Photos of the pasques
You wonder how she's feeling
But you're too afraid to ask
Needles in my pockets
Just rolled down a hill
Nice try, Pachemama
I’m pretty hard to kill
Another revolution
Around our swell, clandestine sun
So cries the Northern Flicker
A brand new day has just begun
It takes a lot of courage
To let things slide
We were always meant
To take it one day at a time