We've been on this road   that's buried by two feet of snow   since dawn, since dawn   We've stopped a dozen times so far.   I haven't seen a single car   for hours, for hours   save the ones in unmarked   roadside resting places,   waiting there.      We've many miles yet to go,   through every inch of fallen snow,   to the last town in Ontario.   But we're still stuck somewhere   outside of Dresden.      Each tree marks one more   meter gained,   but I'm not sure the way   this time, this time.   Through glasses I no longer strain   to read the names of towns,   of towns I had forgotten years ago.   Somehow this province has grown   strange to me,   as if the past we shared those years ago   was just a dream.      We've many miles yet to go,   through every inch of fallen snow,   to the last town in Ontario.   But we're still stuck somewhere   outside of Dresden.      But maybe it's just that we are together,   baby, which propels us towards forever...