This is one of those few songs I've ever written that actually has a story attached to it, so here goes. One day sometime last winter (you'll remember it was a brutal one) I was waiting for a bus outside my school around 10:30. I had just gotten back from a philosophy cafe, and my mind was teeming with the kinds of profound thoughts those tend to inspire. All of a sudden the wind started kicking up the snow all around me, biting my face with its frosty touch. At that point it occured to me that if I squinted my eyes so to only see the wind swept snowy field, it could seem almost as if I was in the middle of a vast arctic tundra. It certainly felt cold enough, and the darkness made it seem like the rolling snow went on forever. So as I waited for 20 minutes or so for the always infuriatingly behind winnipeg transit I started imagining what it would be like to walk across the arctic tundra. My waiting for a bus stop in the west end of winnipeg became a simile of sorts for the trek across the barren wastes of the north. I continued to think about these things on the bus and at the burger king I chose to seek refuge in while waiting for my transfer. Then all of a sudden these ideas started coming out in words. Finally when I got home I realized that I am shit at writing poetry, but good at ideas and the piano, so I tried my best to translate the "poetry" about the great white north into song form. So here we go.