All my city is dressed in skin Her lips are dark Her ankles thin Oh my dizzy ballerina, won't you give us a spin? My country's cold in autumn's chains Every time I think of her it rains When she breathes upon the morning She shakes all the weather vanes Now I try to keep a steady hand Because I'm living in a shaky land Lord I try to be an honest man But it's tougher than I ever planned In the westbound air tonight are those centuries My tongue-tied beheaded bride The Alberta breeze Oh David drive like you've never done Oh Sarah sing like you've never sung Oh my dizzy ballerina spin like you've never spun Now I'm sending you a telegram About my days in the caravan With the steers and the bleating lambs Took the money and away I ran I recall how the dress you wore rose above your knees As the thrush flew from the mouth of the Alberta breeze The summer's turned it's back on me with a sorrow-laden symmetry With a highway kind of robbery Like my life was an apology Now I don't think about you all the time Only when the trees sway somehow slaughtered by the Alberta breeze