text: Oh, all the words I should not know
  That those doctors wrote on me
  Swell up and thrum their syllables.
  Wont let me get to sleep
  The sun will start late and clock out early
  So I drive around and wait for it
  Follow familiar roads
  Emptied of every memory
  Under a sheet of silence and unmarked snow
  Then idle in some parking lot
  Smoke half a smoke and ask
  St. Boniface and St. Vital
  Preserve me from my past
  Repair our potholes, prevent plant closures
  And if they remember me at all
  Make them remember me
  As more than a queer experiment
  More than a diagram in their quarterly
  Make them remember me