Our Lady of the Thompson River

I was dreaming of outpost towns halfway up 34
I was driving like someone else, like someone you loved before
I took half a lifetime to sleep it off
But I always wound up back where I began
I awoke to your ghost in the threshold
So I ran and I ran and I ran
And you were mine, we fell asleep above the timberline
Just give it time, I’ve got another hopeless song to write
When I finally get this right, it’s all yours
Sometimes I think I just might call you
So I can tell you how I’ve been
Sometimes I picture you a siren
Smiling as you invite me in
I can’t remember where I’ve been
I can’t remember where I’m going
I can’t remember how it starts
But the story ends with me still rowing