Bloor Street

Walking down Bloor Street I make the right on Yonge This old town and I've gone Round for round But this is where I'm from I can feel the wind coming off the lake It cuts right to the bone A crooked smile grows on my face 'Cause now I know I'm home She whispers, baby, baby, walk slow Baby, baby, don't go, oh no... Her skyline is a friend of mine And she's shining bright tonight A gentle snow falls from the sky So I pull my jacket tight Searching for a cigarette I fumble for a light Steel on steel I can hear the wheels Of a streetcar pass me by She whispers, baby, baby, walk slow Baby, baby, don't go, oh no... When this city talks to me She tells the story of my life Walking through her shadows On a cold winter's night And I can feel that wind Coming off the lake It cuts right to the bone And that crooked smile Grows on my face 'Cause now I know I'm home She whispers, baby, baby, walk slow Baby, baby, don't go, oh no She whispers, baby, baby, walk slow Baby, baby, don't go, don't go