Canadians The North Side Of Summer
Jimmy and his friends, i know, are in the park all drunken
i’m staring at the sun alone but what can i desire? I no longer know
i’m wishing for a week for fishing away in the country
i’m losing my own script of living down in city
a refrigerator sounds in a room, i look up and peer at the weather
she’s gone away from here and now what can i desire? I no longer know
i’m wishing for a week for fishing away in the country
i’m losing my own script of living down in city
