Saint Lawrence (Greg Roteik, Emma Bemis, Michael McKinnon) Michael McKinnon - guitar, vocals / Emma Bemis - guitar, vocals / Greg Roteik - upright bass / Marty Korb - cajon
Lyrics
Well I’ve been here since four, I find myself dreamin’
Of all those brick ovens that always stay warm
The dust on the shelves, I’m tired of cleanin’
No one comes in through these old wooden doors
Maybe it’s our time to go
Rumors of a land that paved its streets in gold
Find our way on our own
Maybe Saint Lawrence will carry us home
It shouldn’t be this hard for a baker to put bread on the table
Cuz I ain’t askin’ for a whole lot more than that
If I take the risk will you follow me across the ocean
I’ll take the next boat headed down west on the seaway
Rumors of a land that paved its streets in gold
Find our way on our own
Maybe Saint Lawrence will carry us home
When I first saw those steely gates open
I felt welcoming arms of a brand new day
The town it was small, but the bridge brought together
The people, the heart of Sturgeon Bay
Oh, rumors of a land that paved its streets in gold
Find our way on our own
Maybe Saint Lawrence will carry us home