just another night
small town
canadian bar
line them up
the regulars
the passers
the lovers
the dancers and the prancers
fill them
full of hope
fill the lonliness
the boredom
fill them
with stories
full of proof
fill them
full of plaster
wash away
that prairie dust
blow away
that winter wind

only the bartender
can make cursing
seem eloquent
as his heavy accent
drips off each word
he enthusiastically employs
rough with the men
gentle with the women
and you know
you've taken a trip
to see the psychologist
or maybe even
confessed a thing or two
but in the end
the winds still blow
morning still comes
and its been
just another night
small town
canadian bar