One song

I had a great night. I was going to post about it, but instead I am going to watch Star Trek and sip water, a pretty standard evening except that I am camped out in my brother's bedroom instead of slumped against the wall of my familiar Montreal home... and that I can't shake this strange feeling. Here are some words.

My city is still breathing, though barely it's true

Through buildings gone missing like teeth

The sidewalks are watching me think about you, sparkled with broken glass

I'm back with scars to show, back to the streets I know will never take me anywhere but here

This stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand

The strangers whose faces I know

We meet here for our dress rehearsal to say, "I wanted it this way."

Wait for the year to drown, spring forward, fall back down

I'm trying not to wonder where you are

All this time lingers undefined

Someone choose who's left and who's leaving

Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me

A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest, the best parts of lonely

Duct tape and soldered wire, new words for old desires

And every birthday card I threw away

I wait in four-four time, count yellow highway lines

That you're relying on to lead you home

That you're relying on to lead you home

That you're relying on to lead you home

- The Weakerthans