A Love Song Called Montreal

All this cold

All this snow

My face is punched up

Like a line of a joke

They won't make hay

There is no sun

The day grows old

With cliches told 

How i wish to feel you sunshine again

How i need that deep breath of warmth again

How i need to get back to the things i love

I love you, but i love them more

Got snaps

Got tunes

Got smoke

Got Stab

Got love

Got sand

Got sun

Got flap

Lost my soul on a Saint Catherine

Gave my heart to a Crescent Moon

Stuck now, in a not know knot

I am happy or i am sad, no one knows

Will miss all the crepes and all of the beer

Will miss all the bread on a chocolate, my dear

There is an an old port as they say

But it is new and fresh and it will never decay

On Peel street, a travelling band played

"Taxman" and others from Harrison's lair

Gran Prix weekend with the world over

I will always remember you, even if you forget

I might have missed a snowflake or two

And i did miss a love affair, you can bet

But more than anything else

I will miss all you people that i have met