He lived his life like he was always waking up on someone elses sofa
He would look you in the eye for the 22nd time and say ,"it sure is good to know you"
No one really knew where he came from
He'd tell you Japan and then you'd overhear Nova Scotia
All is anybody knew is it laid somewhere between these two big beautiful oceans
And when we all had tired of his lies, he still had the girl with the bedroom eyes
They ran off and lived happily ever after

I know somewhere over a distant horizon
I know the sun is shining
But it's raining here for the fortieth day
I don' t know if I can take it anyway
Clean out the boxes ma, your baby boy is coming home

I guess at times I came to regret the day that our lives ever intersected
It's not like I'm without my flaws, I'm just a little easier to take on a Sunday morning
And I fell for some melancholy baby off a four year stint with some dude in the navy
She used to run her fingers through my hair and say, "I forgot what could grow up there"
And now I long for those cold winter nights and the urgency of the diffused light
That drug us by our collars through the canyons and the cobblestones
I know a place where it's always warm where the pool cues are crooked
And the felt is torn and I know...

words and music copyright 2003 Colin Spring