Good Times

She was given up to the notion

Of temperate seas and Novascotian winters

And nights dreaming by the firelight

A solitary life, adrift upon the North Atlantic Ocean

Where she could find the time

To let the good times roll

For all those who know how it feels to be alone

Were you thrown to the lions

Skin and bone but not afraid of dying alone?

An old friend on the telephone

Still eyeing the prize of a solitary life

Where you could find the time

She was given to claims

'Bout the state making gains

From the rising cost of living

But it's living all the same

If you're not spitting teeth

You're singing in the rain

So how do you complain?

And let the good times roll

For all those who know how it feels to be alone

And on the other side

Is a golden dawn where you'll never be alone

Let the good times roll