Late afternoon, another day is nearly done

A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one

A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground

That hollow hurried sound, feet on polished floor

And in the dollar store, the clerk is closing up<br />
And counting loonies trying not to say



I hate Winnipeg



The driver checks the mirror seven minutes late

The crowded rider's restlessness enunciates

The Guess Who sucked, the Jets were lousy anyway
Boy from Tupelo Lyrics
(Emmylou Harris) You don't love me this I know Don't need a bible to tell me so I hung around a little too long>
The same route everyday

And in the turning lane

Someone's stalled again

He's talking to himself

And here's the price of gas, repeat his phrase



I hate Winnipeg



And up above us

Bloodred Sky Lyrics
[VERS:] A CHILD IS STANDING ALL ALONE DEATH IS IN HIS HAND WITH EMPTY EYES AND A BLEEDING SOUL HE HARDLY UNDERSTAND

all

Leaning into sky

Our golden business boy

Will watch the North End die

And sing, ?I love this town?

Then let his arcing wrecking ball proclaim



I

Hate

Winnipeg