The Tragically Hip - Cemetary sideroad

I had heart, but i used to be older i'm not like i used to be had you, but i guess its all over you talk, but you're not like me. you talk and you talk like some weird saint what do you think that we could taint? when your nothing i am and i'm something you ain't hold me, until the night makes colder tell me, how life's made you bad kick me when i choke and i smolder when i'm not what you had. i'm looking for a cemetery sideroad i'm screaming like a lighthouse lamp i'm chasing after what i think i'm owed like a french foreign tramp you swim in an ocean that's storming you eat when the wolves all do you ache like a mother mourning when you're left alone with you.