Rocky mountain fortresses have leveled into flatlands

And the miles are getting longer driving into the horizon

I wonder if you’re thinking ‘bout me out there on the west coast

About that night we walked through Ambleside and stayed out past our bedtimes

You keep surprising me with your gentle talk and poetry

I think it’s true, I’m really missing you

Fields turn into forests as we head into Ontario

The trees are still hesitant to show us all their colours

If I’m honest I’m still doubtful about sharing all my secrets

But the feelings quickly vanish as you talk down my defenses

You keep surprising me with your gentle talk and poetry

I think it’s true, I’m really missing you

Oh I think it's true, I'm really missing you

You keep surprising me with your gentle talk and poetry

Oh you keep surprising me with your gentle talk and poetry

I think it’s true, I’m really missing you

Oh I think it’s true, I’m really missing you