Put my faith in the wrong place Drunken heart's of golden boys Government on a piano bench Sings my solid worn out voice Cuz i'm still an empty hole Floating in canadian cold Put my feet on a small town street To get close to being born Push my rage through the epilogue page Shove the blue sky in a drawer Cuz i'm still half of a bird Hanging onto grown man's words Don't be fooled at sunny smiles Don't be fooled by every line i wrote Don't be fooled at sunny smiles Don't be fooled by every line i wrote Do answers come where i store my guns In the dressing room downstairs Hide from sad toronto nights You wonder why i linger in your ear