Emily

Emily

August thirteenth two thousand fifteen

Dancing 'cross the meadows

Barefoot and a head full of ideas

Emily

Fled the scene and flew in from the East

Barely twenty-ones

Tossing wedding rings from moving cars

If I come to Canada

Oh if I could come to Canada

Should I find you roaming islands where

One night past erases

Should we find ourselves in ever stranger places

Emily

I know we closed our eyes but did we sleep

Before you stole off with your shoes

And an unlit Belmont blue

In your hand

If I come to Canada

Oh if I could come to Canada

Should I find you roaming islands where

One night past erases

Should we find ourselves in ever stranger places

It's good to be home

But this continent's old

And the people are tired and bitter

There's a girl here I know

Or I thought that I did

But now I just can't forget her

Emily

Should we find ourselves in ever stranger places

Should we find ourselves in ever stranger places

I'd like to find myself in ever stranger places

Emily