You are my rock and roll;
You touch my very soul;
You turned me inside out
And made me better.
I do what I do
Because I love you,
And I don't even know why;
I want to live on your open prairie
Under 180 degrees of sky.
Got me a map of Alberta,
Home of the Prairie Rose
Where the wild wind cries
Under a lapis sky,
I want to follow
Where your road goes.
