Blues Traveler - Canadian Rose lyrics

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Music & Lyrics: John Popper

Autumn air it carries me there

Less than an hour to go

Six hundred miles an hour

And still it feels so slow

I'm trying to get back to Burlington

To a square in the center of town

To a spot on a wooden table

Where her feet didn't reach the ground

And shen she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon

And her skin smells of cider and rose

And when she looked at me we both got quiet

And my heart beats so hard we were in so close

Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American

And I would call her my Canadian flower

And I don't think that we'll ever get there again

We had such power

And she would call me her ugly American

And I'll remember my Canadian rose

Especially when the fall comes to Burlington

We were in so close

I finally made it this town looks rearranged

I don't know these people anymore

But in the best ways not much else has changed

From the way it was before

And at least they still have this certain table

Where I once carved a particular name

I run my finger through the weathered carving

And I almost can feel the same

And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon

As I ponder what my pilgrimage means

And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here

And I listen to the leaves

If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American

And I would call her my Canadian flower

And I don't think that we'll ever get there again

We had such power

And she would call me her ugly American

And I'll remember my Canadian rose

Especially when the fall comes to Burlington

We were in so close

And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up

Passionately springs in me and all things are possible

Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day

At least it seemed that way

Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American

And I would call her my Canadian flower

And I don't think that we'll ever get there again

We had such power

And she would call me her ugly American

And I'll remember my Canadian rose

Especially when the fall comes to Burlington

We were in so close