Call Me, November (blueprints)

Call me when it rains

We'll come down dancing in the streets

Between these monuments of human greed

Of uttermost conformity

We'll share a flask

And mourn for fields of ever-green

Lost in the roaring sawmill century

And how the timber went downstream

I remember the tall camp fire

And sense of unity

But all I see is cardboard walls

And crowds on shopping spree

And they're selling the embers

Proudly, fifty percent free

I raise the glass for my community

Karelia, I mourn for thee!

Call me when it rains

We'll come down dancing in the streets

We'll eat our beans under the railway bridge

Straight-from-the-can-hypocrisy
We'll celebrate our freedom
Shackles ringing deep
Until I slip or tear another string
And then we call a taxi (spoken)

I remember the tall camp fire

And sense of unity

But all I see is blacktop flows

'Tween mountains of debris

And they're selling the embers

Proudly, oh, fifty percent free

I raise the glass for my community

Karelia, I mourn for thee!