The start was a long goodbye. nIn the end you just left me here.nYou wait for no miracle.nYou go to the land some book has told you about.nSo go, you must find some warmth. nThe warmth you never felt in your family.nYou hide under maple leaves, that's the most secret place.nHide your secret beauty, just guard that secret well with your life.nAnd for everything you've got a name.nAnd for everywhere you've got a map.nBut all the while you just sharpened your knife.nGo and save this country, a lot of people wait.nHelp to prevent forest fires but you will always stand in the flames.nAnd at least you need one year off, just enough to define yourself.nBut all the while you were just sharpening your knife.nIn your sleep you were seeing me drive past some Canadian airline.nBut all your shirts and short skirts are cold for some national park in the north.nCause it takes no meteorological knowledge nTo say that the beach isn't warm in the Arctic.nAll the while you were close to AlaskanYou just pretend you were here with me.nAnd all the while you were just sharpening your knife.nAnd all the while you were just waiting to push nMe off the cliff.