Was half asleep in the washroom when they came in
   Eyes like moonlight on barbed wire and veins showing under the skin
   The uniforms made me nervous, I got ready for the chase
   But they left me scanning these crowds for some sign of your face
  
   Something fell on Saskatchewan in 1885
   Where is it now that we need it, in this century of jive?
   The axe falls as if through water -- never leaves a trace
   And I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of your face
  
   The world shot down love as a spy, once upon a time ago
   Now people stand around here, like crows in the snow
   Like the shadow of the rope on Louis Riel, the look so clean out of place
   And I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of your face
  
   Though storms may still kiss the grasslands with primal fire
   In the land of passive revolution, everything's for hire
   Are they demons, are they lemmings, or just the humans in this place?
   Lord, I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of your face