Paroles de Alcan Road

Open the gate to the red land Alcan road, by the turquoise lake Starry skies, a mushroom cloud Folding waves - in a foamy tide Washing in beds - of opal shells white gulls cry - for you and I butterflies - float away drift over pools - of salt and clay mountain man - frosted child eagles cry - puppets of god strung like time - molded in form trees bend back - and trails distort it leads to the land - of Alcan Road the turquoise lake - and starry skies mushroom clouds - folding waves foamy tides - of salt and brine