I had a plan that was built on thinking too long   Canadian winters at home with your sisters   The romance was hard to ignore   You were beautiful, I was happy to fall so happy to fall      I remember you searching I thought you were searching   That's how I picked up the phone   Happy to hear you remembered the view so glad to assume it was fate   I thought at the time it was clear, I thought at the time it was clear      So I stood at the station with a plan and a pocket of poems   Heroically tragic bearded and blind with obsession   I'm a car without hope too close to the ditch to go far   I showed you my field, I said, "This is my field", but you weren't impressed      You said, "Why are we here?" your motives are clear   In this room with a view and so much of you is so far from here   It's so far from here, it's so far from here, it's so far from here      And how it just fell apart 'cause I by the sound of your voice   And I wished I could show you the same view   You by the window and me feeling fine   And me just feeling fine, yeah, me just feeling fine