Family Happiness

As we cruised across
 The Canadian border
 You reached into your handbag
 Pulled out a micro-cassette recorder
 Started quoting Tolstoy into the machine
 I had no idea what you meant
 I guess I'm supposed to figure things out
 Or maybe it's supposed to be self-evident
 But I've gone feral
 And I don't speak the language anymore
 We're headed deep into the forest
 I've got the pedal to the floor
 The engine shudders like a dying man
 When you reach out to grab my hand
 You can bring out all your weapons
 You can't make me go to war
 Long, winding Canadian highways
 Innumerable evergreens
 Weather forecast on the AM radio
 Says we'll be expecting highs in the low teens
 When I mouth my silent curses at you
 I can see my breath
 I hope the stars don't even come out tonight
 I hope we both freeze to death
 Look at the person I've turned into
 Tell me, how do you like him now?
 No standards of any kind to break
 No creeds to disavow
 I am right here where you want me
 Do what you brought me out here for
 You can arm me to the teeth
 You can't make me go to war