No Time To Be Intruding

Wade MacDonald Lived outside a college town
Wade MacDonald never went to the college in the small college town.
Wade MacDonald never liked school or being ruled around .
He lived estranged from his wife and kids but he sometimes had them 'round.

He worked with a chainsaw in the woods and sometimes drove a truck.
Things never went smooth.
As far as money and love he lacked luck
Things never went smooth.
He worked like a slave some days and on others he could hardly move.
It wasn't often he'd get thunderstruck.

The credit card companies keep calling
The the cable's gone, the electricity's next
The credit card companies keep calling
The the cable's gone, the electricity's next.

His children's movements dance in front of his eyes
They're the only reason he'd get up and put his truck in drive.
His children's movements dance in front of his eyes
They're the only reason he went through the motions to survive.
In his mind he flipped through snap shot memories
That would be his last and his only good-bye.

On some lonesome nights he'd look for God in the quiet country sky
He wanted to know if there was a magic remedy.
On sweat filled days he'd curse cuz the sun didn't deliver what the nights implied.
Real and imagined enemies
He could easily sensationalize.

The kids were going their own way
They got used to not needing him.
The kids got part-time jobs and played soccer
They got used to not needing him.
At first it was a shocker
He'd awake from dreams with muted screams
In the dimness he could see his chances were slim.

He was often alone but it was not the loneliness
He could always toughen out the dread.
But it was not being alone, it was the hopelessness.
Maybe it would be different if to Alberta he had fled.
That last afternoon he went looking for a gun
But found a length of rope instead.

In the country where he lived
He could hear coyotes howl
In the country where he lived
Wade was never known to be a wise owl
But he picked a strong beam to make it quick
And for the last time he hit the ball with his hockey stick.

His heart was pounding
He had a sorrow that would see no tomorrows
His heart was pounding
To cart away the sorrow you'd need a wheelbarrow.
As he tied the knot
He tried not to think about not seeing his children grow.

There's one last gasp for breath
There's self hate to go with the regret
There's one last gasp for breath
And his mind began to drift.
Just before the end
He mumbled "oh shit".

The door to the shed was open
And the coyotes wandered in.
The door to the shed was open
They saw Wade swinging.
But they held their howls
They knew it was no time to be intruding.