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He was a Hazelton kid,
A long haul trucker,
Hands of dead wood and jack chains.
The application was so easy -
Didn't need a home address.
Just a Class A and a quiet heart.
No need for history.
And it was better that way.
Just better that way.
I can tell you why.
See, he shot his Grandma in '83
And when they asked him why
He said, 'I just wanted to see.
Just wanted to see.'
And then he went away
'Til he was 18.
Now he's driving low gear
Down Highway 16.


Does your past comfort you?
Does your present smile on you?
Does your future promise anything?


His Daddy was a drinker,
A lumber camp man.
Lost his hands once in a band saw
He never used them much for love
So it was better that way.
Just better that way.
Oh man, I can tell you why.
See his Daddy taught him how to kill
First, cats in the yard.
Then moose along the Skeena.
He'd say, 'nothin' dies in nature.'
She was a Gitxan girl
Hitch-hiking.
To a place without Elders,
Only Justin Bieber.
In this the son had felt,
Almost God.
Ordaining life or death
Down Highway 16.


Does the past comfort you?
Does your present smile on you?
Does your future promise anything?


It's what he always asked them.
I can't tell you why.


He couldn't get her out of his head -
His first kill,
Like that desperate first kiss
Too deep to forget.
Bullets of sun-sprayed light
On her face, through leaves
Like a pock-marked Corinthian frieze.
Her last gesture was so primal:
She hugged a tree.
Like a perfect refusal
Of her last heart beat.
80 000 pounds
Of steel and speed;
800 miles of places
For hiding.


Speed is a form of ecstasy.
Cut off from time,
It dislocates us from ourselves.
Cut off from others,
Cut off from ourselves,
Cut off from our present;
Our past and future.


Does the past comfort you?
Does your present smile on you?
Does your future promise anything?


Does the past comfort you?
Does your present smile on you?
Does your future promise anything?