In the bleak of the winter, on a cold, clear night
You can see him standing guard in the southern sky
From horizon to zenith, there he stands, so tall
He’s a silent observer and he sees it all
 
Well, it all seemed to happen so long ago
On the frozen shores of Ontario
And everyone connected with this one strange case
Has disappeared forever, gone without a trace
 
Somewhere off in the distance like a gentle rain
You can hear a thrumming like an all-night train
And it hums and it rattles and it carries on
And it rocks you to sleep ‘til you wake at dawn
 
And that humming in your brain seems to call your name
It somehow seems to promise it can ease your pain
So you step outside and you strain to hear
On a cold clear night, is it far or near?
 
From the east and the west and the south and the north
They followed that sound to the frozen shores
From Tug Hill, Lyndonville, Stratford, Napanee
There were four that made the drive, to see what they could see
 
On each of four different shores they found at dawn
A car with open doors and the headlights on
Tracks toward the water, waves on the shore
And nothing more, nothing more. . .
 
Some say that they were summoned, some say that they were called
Some say that they’re still out there, somewhere beyond it all
And I still hear a thrumming like an all-night train
Rattling and humming, somewhere in my brain
 
In the bleak of the winter on a cold, clear night
You can see him standing guard in the southern sky
From horizon to zenith, there he stands, so tall
He’s a silent watcher and he sees it all

Written by Christopher Gascón
Lyrics © Christopher Gascón
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