Manitoba

David Marcouillier

I was thinking about a guy that I met one time in the street in Montreal who was just kind of aimlessly wandering about Canada following the death of his son…

Manitoba:

I’m on my way, on my way,
On my way back to Dufresne…

I remember a funeral
and the grey and the rain
and a slow motion bus ride
and the ghost of a train.

My drugs have worn off
and I’m freezing cold
and I don’t think I
can afford to get old.

I’m on my way, on my way,
On my way back to Dufresne…

It’s a poorly written movie
in a low budget dream
and I don’t speak French
and they keep changing my scene.

Make my head stop,
wake me when it’s over,
pack up my shit,
and send me back to Manitoba.

I’m on my way, on my way,
On my way back to Dufresne…

It’s a cab to the station,
then a CPR train from
Montreal to Winnipeg,
and then a bus to Dufresne.

I’m on my way, on my way,
On my way back to Dufresne…

©2009 D. Marcouillier