Nova Scotia Lyrics - Bad Mother Trucker - Ten Foot Pole

i watch the objects form in cloudy skies 

a bat, a pirate ship and then her eyes 

so i pound a shot down 

punch 

my arm and set up a new round 

till me, myself and i cant concentrate 

the clouds conspire to show me what i miss 

hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered up to kiss 

her 

the wind blows 

drags her nose 

through her forehead like a horn grows 

the omen 

clear but years too late 

nova scotia's so damn cold yeah 

i moved here to give her space 

drinking stoli to kill my 

theres not enough to lose her face 

memory 

she poisoned our hometown 

so i moved a half a world away 

where frozen 

winter chokes the color 

leaving black and white and gray