Alberta Breeze Lyrics - Man Descending - Justin Rutledge

all my city is dressed in skin 

her lips are dark 

her ankles thin 

oh my dizzy ballerina, won't you give us a spin? 

my country's cold in autumn's chains 

every time I think of her it rains 

when she breathes upon the morning 

she shakes all the weather vanes 

now I try to keep a steady hand 

because I'm living in a shaky land 

lord I try to be an honest man 

but it's tougher than I ever planned 

in the westbound air tonight are those centuries 

my tongue-tied beheaded bride 

the Alberta breeze 

oh David drive like you've never done 

oh Sarah sing like you've never sung 

oh my dizzy ballerina spin like you've never spun 

now I'm sending you a telegram 

about my days in the caravan 

with the steers and the bleating lambs 

took the money and away I ran 

I recall how the dress you wore rose above your knees 

as the thrush flew from the mouth of the Alberta breeze 

the summer's turned it's back on me with a sorrow-laden symmetry 

with a highway kind of robbery 

like my life was an apology 

now I don't think about you all the time 

only when the trees sway somehow slaughtered by the Alberta breeze