Kingston, ON

Force a wave and dry my face

On the day you took the train to Kingston

I know it was Waterloo

But that don't sing quite as smooth as Kingston

I was young and I was dumb

I don't know what the hell I was expectin'

Of me at seventeen

I think it was Carole King

It must've been tapestry

That I hung above the corner of your bed

Insignificant but in my head

I tried to write them out

But there's too many things I miss about you

Subtlety has lost its touch

I don't laugh all that much without you

Yesterday I bit my tongue

Called her by the name your mother gave you

She looked at me curiously

I said, "It was a song I had been singing"

She said, "Yeah? Which one?"

And so I dug

I said it was Bruce Springsteen

Something from The E Street

And began to hum,"Rosie, you'e the one"

She said, "That's a lie, but at least you tried"

It's not hard to figure out

That there's so many things I miss about you

Mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

Mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

Mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

Mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

And if it were up to me, we'd be on the Talbot Street

Walkin' by the sunlight in your eyes

It's just a dream, one, two, three

I hide the light behind you

I know that I will find you again, again