The honeymoon suite
Is a sad scene
It's a gong show
It's a bad dream
It's a six bed dorm
Full of German teens
Tripping balls and venting spleens

The whole hotel
Is different now
They fixed it up nice
Tore the soul out
They kept the smell, though
That's something

And it's fifty five bucks
For a private room
I thought, hell, I'm here
I'm not too good to stay

I wanted to be honest, now
The dawns about to break
I'm trying to remember
What you told me by the lake
That was so long ago
I was somebody else
In those days

I'm writing just to tell you
I've got nothing left to say
I'm tired of being awestruck
By the mountains and the lakes
They used to be new
I forget how that felt
And now I only come to canmore
When I'm feeling sorry for myself

The bar still smells like cigarettes
But the brawlers either moved
Or died, or haven't woken up yet

The ghosts that used to haunt this place
Got exorcized by time and taste
Or gentrified, accessorized, and tamed

But I'm still up
To get real down
I came all this way
So lets drag these chains around

I wanted to be honest, now
The dawns about to break
I'm trying to remember
What you told me by the lake
That was so long ago
I was somebody else
In those days

I'm writing just to tell you
I've got nothing left to say
I'm tired of being awestruck
By the mountains and the lakes
They used to be new
I forget how that felt
And now I only come to canmore
When I'm feeling sorry for myself

In the morning
The weather wasn't perfect
But I figured that
I better hit the road
I took the short way
To the highway
Skipped the scenic route entirely
It's just another cheap horizon
Making promises that it can't keep

It was open mic
The place was packed
There were young men
Singing sad songs
You just have to laugh, sometimes

I bummed a smoke
From a local girl
She said being from here's
Just like being from anywhere else

And she was friendly
She said let's dance
I thought what the hell
But I lost her on the way back in

I'm trying to be quiet now
The spells about to break
I'm trying to hold onto
What it felt like by the lake
But it slips through my hands
Like a fistful of sand
These days

So i'm writing just to say
I won't be writing you a-gain
It's time to say goodbye
To all the mountains and the lakes
They'll be here when we're gone
They'll be looking out
But, me
I only come to canmore when i'm feeling sorry
I only come to canmore when i'm feeling sorry
I only come to canmore when i'm feeling sorry for myself