Someone answered my question with a question and
Someone told me not to cry
Someone overcame every good intention and
Someone noticed you and I
As we walked through the still streets of Goderich there was
Something heavy on my mind
On a path torn up by a tornado and past the new buildings
I sighed
Whoa these things whisper in my ear like ghosts
Soon after we reached Lake Huron's mighty shore
And that great blue salt mine
There we were told the story of eight years ago
When someone there had lost their life
Where a worker there saw the tornado approach
And warned the others to leave
While frantically rushed to shut down the machines
The tornado arrived
Whoa these things whisper in my ear like ghosts
Maybe it's true that the water needs the wind to stir it up
Like Goderich and its many storms
Though it make many an Edmund Fitzgerald still my cup
It may yet overflow
Whoa was it worth it all this time, this life?
Someone answered my question with a question and
Someone told me not to cry
Someone overcame every good intention and
Someone noticed you and I