Do you remember the Quebec City bars?

We’d play a show, then we’d play our cards

And we’d drive down to the train bridge in my car

And we’d hop the fence and run down past the guard

You said, “Here in the north, we don’t ride boxcars

‘Cause when you play around with razors, you get scars

And when you get a roof, you can’t see the stars

And no one brings a gun to the trainyard”

And I didn’t cry the day you said goodbye

But now I couldn’t stop if I tried

Ain’t it a funny thing how I don’t wanna sing

Without a bottle and your six strings

You know it didn’t happen right away

You spent the year in Gaspé

And when you returned to me changed

I only wished you had stayed

And you were strange

And your heart beat differently

And when you looked at me, you got me scared

And now your brain is like a party with uninvited guests

And your eyes are dark and you’ve cut off your hair

I didn’t cry the day you said goodbye

But now I couldn’t stop if I tried

Ain’t it a funny thing how I don’t wanna sing

Without a bottle and your six strings

David, don’t you know I’m leaving before the frost

‘Cause sometimes you get lucky and sometimes you get lost

And I know our love ain’t New Orleans, and it ain’t the banks of The Aberdeen

But it sure as hell meant a hell of a lot to me

I didn’t cry the day you said goodbye

But now I couldn’t stop if I tried

Ain’t it a funny thing how I don’t wanna sing

Without a bottle and your six strings

Without a bottle and your six strings