Way It Is, Way It Could Be The Weather Station

You look small in your coat
One hand up on the window
So long now, you'd been lost in thought

No snow on the road
We'd been lucky and it looked like
We would be well past Orleans

And past Montmagny
The road giving way to river
The frozen Saint Lawrence white and blue

We went out on the ice
And I turned back to you
A figure distant and small in the long view

Was it the look in your eye? I wasn't sure
The way it is and the way it could be both are
We got back in the car

You always tell me the truth
Even when it hurts me it hurts you
Could you go a little easy? Would it kill you?

Living out the dream
Out on the road now for a couple weeks
So intimate with all that we had wanted
All that we hoped for
And all that we dreamed
The way it is and the way it could be