Two years have passed and not street lamp's been replaced.
She said we need to talk, to come up to her place.
And at the border they could see it in my face.
There are just certain things a man cannot erase.
When I first crossed the line to Windsor and to you,
They took me back to their interrogation room.
They said it looked like I might overstay my due.
I never dreamed I'd have that scarlet mark removed.
Well I held my head to the sky,
And I said my final goodbye.
And that bridge, ungodly waste of blue,
Ambassador to you.
'Cause this'll be the last time that
I set foot in Ontario. O Canada.
I'd driven back that hour a thousand nights before.
I'd never seen my future seem so damn unsure.
Red letters loomed above the Hotel Yorba doors.
I set fire to my passport on the floor.
Well I held my head to the sky,
And I said my final goodbye.
And that bridge, ungodly waste of blue,
Ambassador to you.
'Cause this'll be the last time that
I set foot in Ontario, Canadia.