This one's for all our fellow Windsor-Quebec City corridor inhabitants; all we who have lost part of our souls sitting in traffic on Highway 401, the busiest highway in North America. Someday maybe we'll get that high speed rail 🚄
Lyrics
And they'll add another lane to the 401
Soon it'll be as wide as it is long
But there ain't no other way to Toronto
'Cause they won't give us a train to ride on
My darling Via's gutted
She's cut right to the bone
And the fat cats of the freight lines
Won't leave our girl alone
Yes they privatized and stigmatized
You saw it everywhere
Rail lines 'cross the country
Fell from favour and repair
I dream of sitting pretty
To watch the world go by
With no traffic jams or detours
And arrivals dead on time
But they'd rather pave the greenbelt
They'd rather tie us down
To fossil fuels and highway rules
And asphalt all around
The Golden Horseshoe's lucky
It's where the people live
But 'til we attain that high speed train
[You know we won't forgive]
From Windsor up to old Quebec
[We’ll blaze a rusty trail]
It’s down with cars and pickup trucks
Want to ride a new steel rail
