text: This spring made winter an insulting opening offer down the passing lane
  Its getting harder to negotiate, thawing out and icing up again
  Past the Mint, where a circle of provincial flags are flagging in the front yard
  Im tired of trying to make us think that it hasnt always been so hard
  The sky looks sea-sick on the boxcar sway
  Where the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away
  So the sun pulls me out a bit and lets me go, Im a vacuum power cord
  In the back of that van full of kids, cleaning carpets for the Lord
  And I make a little list of sounds I found have comforted us in the past
  The roar of the rumble strips and the Mennonite meter of the flood forecast
  Oh, how the wind strums on those signs that say
  The Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away
  Steer this boat around the slowplow spray
  While the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away