Wishful Thinking - Joel Plaskett

I’m holding court with the king of the camp

I’m a working horse, a postage stamp

Tune up my guitar, turn on my amp

I felt so sad when I got off the plane

I don’t wanna go to New York City again

Kissing you goodbye in the pissing rain

But if wishful thinking’s all I got

I keep on thinking wishful thoughts

Thinking wishful thoughts

I wish you were here, but you’re not

I feel like a sailor lost on the seas

Catching a cold, maybe catching a breeze

Standing on the prairie looking for trees

Rock and roll’s wrapped ‘round me as tight as a noose

And from the front of the train you can’t see the caboose

In northern New Brunswick watch out for the moose

It’s a long, long way to Winnipeg

And I ain’t too proud to shake a leg

Sing for my supper, break me an egg

Cds for sale at the back of the hall

Buy one, buy ‘em all

Couple bucks cheaper than they are at the mall

Thank you, good night, we’ll be back in the fall!

Seasons come and season go

Nobody wants to end the rock n’roll show

Look at you, love, you got that Golden Glow

North of the sun and south of the snow

No particular destination, no particular plant to grow

Buckle up baby, let’s rock down the road

Highway white lines are freakin’me out

Wondering what your doin', are you out and about?

Gettin’lost, gettin’lost, gettin’lost

Gettin’lost on the paper on my paper route

Guitar’s singing a song for free:

«Why's everybody always picking on me?»

Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee