Lyrics:

Martin Tielli

On a cold road
Somewhere in the south of Ontario
There's a crackle in the air
As they're putting up the very last telephone pole
Now I'm standing here... where my grandfather stood
And he chopped wood

When I was a young boy
I used to take trips
With a bike for girls and my best friend Chris
From the big town into the countryside
We used to take trips
We used to take trips
And now I'm standing here, where I used to stand
Hand in hand, in a land that was so big

Do you believe it... in it?
Can you believe it... in it?
Do you believe in it?

There's a mouth on a phone
Somewhere across the ocean blue
And I know it's you, Christopher Columbus
(Ocean Blue)
With your tie-dye sails
(Ocean Blue)