I was all messed up, no place to go,
So they sent me up to north Ontario;
A one-way ticket, can’t turn around,
So I’m going to Sault Ste Marie, that’s where I’m bound. 

Chorus:
    Sault Ste Marie, Sault Ste Marie,
    Could this be the life, or the death of me?
    Too scared to run, too scared to die,
    Oh I’m living one day at a time,
    But where do I go from here, Sault Ste Marie? 

No bells were ringing, no big brass band,
I guess you could say that I left by popular demand;
Stark raving sober, or stark raving mad,
Now to me Sault Ste Marie, don’t look so bad.  

(Chorus) 

Now here I am, Sault Ste Marie,
Oh it’s more than my addictions, can’t you see?
I’ve got to turn, turn, turn this life around,
Or I’m going to lose that sweet loving woman back in my home town 

(Chorus) 

Bridge: 
    Now St Mary’s river,
    It runs right through the Sault,
    Late one night I walked down there,
    Thinking my whole life was through,
    So I cried, “St Mary’s river, won’t you sing for me?
    Sing to me St Mary, sing away my misery!”

Here I am in my home town, I’ve been away too long,
Away from friends and family and the feeling I belong:
Looking back I can’t keep track of friends or things I’ve done,
But it doesn’t really matter now what I lost, or what I won. 

Chorus:
    It’s all my friends and family,
    It’s all my friends and family,
    I tell you we’re the work of love
    And friends and family. 

I don’t like people preaching at me especially in a song,
The best advice I’ll give to you is don’t take advice from anyone:
Back to friends and family, back in my home town,
Wondering who I really am, living life – from back to front.

(Chorus) 

Starting out my life again, wondering what to do,
Looking ‘round at everything, and everything looks pretty darn good:
Got to keep on singing, ‘til this life is done,
Living in the moment now and loving everyone – just like

(Chorus) 

My friends and family,
You’re all my my friends and family,
I tell you we’re the work of love
And friends and family.

Here on this Remembrance Day, so many years along,
I stand before your monument among the teeming throng.
The Last Post now has ended and the cannons’ roar has gone,
To the skirl of pipe and drum I see the veterans marching on.

Chorus: 

    Here’s to you the proud Canadian soldier,
    Soldiers, sailors, airmen one and all.
    Here’s to you the proud Canadian soldier,
    For every new day dawning,
    And when evening shadows fall. 

    The proud procession marches past, the onlookers applaud,
    And in succession one-by-one, we smile at them and nod.
    Their numbers may be dwindling with each year passing on,
    But time cannot diminish them, nor the battles lost and won.

(Chorus)

Bridge: 
    Remember Ypres and Vimy Ridge, the Somme and Passchendaele;
    And the proud Canadian soldiers the day that Hong Kong fell;
    In the skies above Great Britain, on the North Atlantic seas;
    Dunkirk and Dieppe, North Africa and Sicily;
    Malta, Burma, Ortona, to the Scheldt and Normandy;
    Remember all the merchant seamen who were lost upon the sea;
    Remember the Boer War, remember Korea,
    And to this day they risk their lives for peace - for Canada.

Here on this Remembrance Day, I watch the sunset’s glow,
The pageant now has faded, and everyone’s gone home.
I stand before your monument where wreaths of poppies blow,
And I hear the angels singing, now and forevermore: 

Chorus (slow-time) and then finale Chorus.

Mr Bluesman, won't you blow my blues away?
Mr Bluesman, won't you blow my blues away?
When you hear a train a-comin', only a fool gets in the way.

Mr Bluesman, I hear you playin' all over town,
Mr Bluesman, I hear you playin' all over town,
And everytime I hear you playin', I want to smash this guitar down.

Mr Bluesman, how do I learn to play the blues? 
Mr Bluesman, how do I learn to play the blues? 
(He say)"If the blues ain't got no pocket, you won't ever find no groove." 

Mr Bluesman, how do I learn to play like you? 
Mr Bluesman, how do I learn to play like you? 
(He say)"You don't play the song boy! You gotta let the song play you! 

"You don't play the song boy! You gotta let the song play you!" 

(Cm)

Would you like to join the party?
Would you like to have some fun?
Or would you rather sit there feeling all alone?
Don’t tell me what’s the matter, or the story of your life,
Forget about yourself, and you’ll be fine!

Chorus:
    Forget - About - Yourself
    And your complicated Mind.
    Can’t you forget about yourself,
    Even for one night?!

Does there have to be a reason?
Does there have to be a ‘why’?
Couldn’t you just let the moment be - right now?
There’s a very simple answer, don’t read between the lines:
Forget about yourself and you’ll be fine

(Chorus) 

Bridge:
    Feel the music! You got to feel the music,
    Do you feel the rhythm, it’s so fine! 
    Feel the music! C’mon, feel the music,
    Don’t you know that people do this all the time!

(Improvisation) 

Final Chorus: 
    What are you so afraid of feeling?
    Are you afraid of life?
    Turn it around and learn to breathe…
    Oh, forget about yourself,
    Can you forget about yourself?
    Forget about yourself, and you’ll be fine!

Intro/Chorus:
    (Aiyi....Inuksuga...) 

I know when you’ve lost your way
I know when the path you’re on is right
I know I see everything
I know the mysteries of life
I know how the story goes, if the hunter or the hunted will survive
I know I can read the wind, and what is written in the northern lights...aiyi! 

I am a sentinel
I am a messenger of light
I am a shining flame
Alone upon the open plain so bright
I am as old as time, whispering on wings as dark as night,
I am but what I am, ask the crow upon his homeward flight...aiyi!

Now call out like the owl
Calling brother sun and sister moon,
And call down to Sedna
To all her children ‘neath the ocean blue,
And call out like the wolf, his cry of love for all the caribou,
And call out “Inuksuga!” and on that day I may answer you...aiyi! 

Chorus and finale.

My and my orange balloon, orange balloon, orange balloon,
Flying  ‘round my living room, or pretending anyway.
Suddenly my sister June, stomps into the living room,
Saying, “Gimme that ‘cause I’m bigger than you, so
Gimme-gimme-gimme that now!” 

Chorus: 
    Run, run, run, run away!
    Me and my balloon we run away!
    Go outside and find my favourite swing,
    And as we swang there on my swing,
    Well I began to sing, oh! 

Me and my orange balloon, orange balloon, orange balloon,
I could sing this happy tune to my balloon all day.
Suddenly a great big dog, bounces up and says,”
Bow-Wow! Looks to me like a rubber ball, so
Gimme-gimme-gimme that now!” 

Chorus:
    Up-up-up…up and away!
    My balloon got loose and then it floated away!
    Sad and blue, what could I do?
    So I went on home sitting all alone ,
    In my living room, oh! 

Then I see my orange balloon, orange balloon, orange balloon,
From the window in my living room, I see it in a tree.
So away I go to climb that tree (to find my orange balloon you see)
Saying, “Hey there tree! That’s MY Balloon, so
Gimme-gimme-gimme that now!” 

Chorus:  (deep voice) 
    “Oh, I say! Oh, I say!”
    The tree said, “Bullies never really get their way!
    Besides, if you climb upon me you might fall,
    Rememeber, balloons are there for everyone,
    Remember this most of all!” 

Then I heard my orange balloon, orange balloon, orange balloon,
Say, “I must be off, farewell to you!” and then it flew away!
And as it flew away up high, it seemed to pause, I don’t know why…
So I called to it, with my loudest cry,
“I love you, orange ballooooon!” 

My orange balloon, I love you!
My orange balloon….
Come back again someday, if you want to!
My orange balloon, orange balloon,
My orange balloon.