Из альбома: Excuses for Travellers
I had a plan
That was built on thinking too long
Canadian winters
At home with your sisters
The romance was hard to ignore
I remember you searching
I thought you were searching
That's how I picked up the phone
Happy to hear you remembered the view
So glad to assume it was fate
So I stood at the station
With a plan and a pocket of poems
Heroically tragic
Bearded and blind with obsession
I'm a car without hope
Too close to the ditch to go far
I showed you my field
I said this is my field
But you weren't impressed
You said why are we here
Your motives aren't clear
This room with a view
And so much of you
Is far from here
Oh my heart
It just fell apart
And I wished I could show you
The same view
Of you by the window
And me
Just feeling so fine
Yeah and me just feeling so fine
Me just feeling fine