I've been thinking long and hard, About the cold about the dark in winter, With mid-November comes the snow, It covers trees it bites my toes, Remember when socks were dry when hands were warm, When in the sky there was no storm to ground, Canadian Airlines.
I grab my coat put on my tuque, Two pairs of socks before I tie my boots, I brush the snow off of my car, And scrape off all the frost with a credit card, As the engine fails to spark to life, I wonder what those jumper cords look like, For those Canadian Airlines