Happy anniversary, baby
It's been a year now since you moved
Silly me, what was I thinking
I could've sworn you still
It's a cheap hotel, the heat pipes hiss
The bathroom's down
He'd get home at 5:30
Fix his drink, sit down in
There's a big storm a coming, of this I've no
When they ask about us, as friends always do
Remember the
My father could use a little mercy now
The fruits of
Packing vagabond visions and a dream drenched hunger for a
The parade of souls is marching across the sky
Their heat
Written by Fred Eaglesmith
Well, I stared out of the windshield
There's knots in your stomach
Tightness in my throat
Half the things
(Mary Gauthier)
I felt the flames on my face
When I found
Tell me that you love me one more time
Before you
Well, the grasses are swaying, sun's going down
Music is playing,
He's lying on the double bed acting self-assured
In his T-shirt
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