Uploaded February 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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I’m not good at describing things
But this is a Canadian lake tune
Up there is the sky
And in it is the moon
And I’m sitting by a freshwater lake
Listening to the call of the loon

Oh, Canada, I wish I could describe you better
But I can only list all the things I’ve seen
I’ve been told I’m good at singing and playing my guitar
But not as good at describing things

Down the path a-ways
Is where I parked my truck
I walked down to the lake
And stepped into some muck
And if I could describe things better
I’d give you a better idea of what the muck was

Oh, Canada, I wish I could describe you better
But I can just list all the things I’ve seen
I’ve been told I’m good at singing and playing my guitar
But not as good at describing things

My girl tells me I should take a camera along
When I play shows in foreign places
She wants to know what I’ve seen and experienced
And my stories only give her traces
She says it’s not my fault if I’m bad with verbal descriptions
But she wishes I knew how to draw
’Cause then she could look down at a piece of paper
At the visualization of what I saw

Oh, Canada, I wish I could describe you better
But I can just list all the things I’ve seen
I’ve been told I’m good at singing and playing my guitar
But not as good at describing things

There’s something floating on the top of the lake
Good thing I didn’t come here to fish
Something about it makes it look like it doesn’t belong there
But I can’t tell you what that is
Maybe ask the fish
If they still live
That’s as far as I can take you on this trip