Canadian Rose Lyrics - Straight On Till Morning - Blues Traveler

Autumn air it carries me there 

Less than an hour to go 

Six hundred miles an hour 

And still it feels so slow 

I'm trying to get back to Burlington 

To a square in the center of town 

To a spot on a wooden table 

Where her feet didn't reach the ground 

And when she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon 

And her skin smells of cider and rose 

And when she looked at me we'd both got quiet 

And my heart beats so hard we were in so close 

Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile 

And she called me her ugly American 

And I would call her my Canadian flower 

And I don't think that we'll ever get there again 

We had such power 

And she would call me her ugly American 

And I'll remember my Canadian rose 

Especially when the fall comes to Burlington 

We were in so close 

I finally made it this town looks rearranged 

I don't know these people anymore 

But in the best ways not much else has changed 

From the way it was before 

At least they still have this certain table 

Where I once carved a particular name 

I run my fingers through the weathered carving 

And I almost can feel the same 

And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon 

As I ponder what my pilgrimage means 

And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here 

And I listen to the leaves 

If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile 

And she called me her ugly American 

And I would call her my Canadian flower 

And I don't think that we'll ever get there again 

We had such power 

And she would call me her ugly American 

And I'll remember my Canadian rose 

Especially when the fall comes to Burlington 

We were in so close 

Every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up 

Passionately springs in me and all things are possible 

Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day 

At least it seemed that way 

Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile 

And she called me her ugly American 

And I would call her my Canadian flower 

And I don't think that we'll ever get there again 

We had such power 

And she would call me her ugly American 

And I'll remember my Canadian rose 

Especially when the fall comes to Burlington 

We were in so close