Who? - Mount Eerie, Julie Doiron, Fred Squire

What do I want with my life now that you’re gone?

I want your ghost gone

What do I want with this wood now that it’s sawn?

I want the stump gone

And the land that it grew on

Oh Black Lagoon, you have my shoe

So I go shoeless

I go muddy crawling through

What do I want with my home now that I’m gone?

I want the shades drawn

And the overgrown lawn

I would gladly abandon a limb in the trap’s jaw

Just as long as I crawl on

With no trapper to call on

Thorough and true, by stem and root

I know no one now

Now I say «who?»