Autumn air it carries me there   Less than an hour to go   Six hundred miles an hour   And still it feels so slow   I'm trying to get back to Burlington   To a square in the center of town   To a spot on a wooden table   Where her feet didn't reach the ground   And when she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon   And her skin smells of cider and rose   And when she looked at me we both got quiet   And my heart beats so hard we were in so close   Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile      And she called me her ugly American   And I would call her my Canadian flower   And I don't think that we'll ever get there again   We had such power   And she would call me her ugly American   And I'll remember my Canadian rose   Especially when the fall comes to Burlington   We were in so close      I finally made it this town looks rearranged   I don't know these people anymore   But in the best ways not much else has changed   From the way that it was before   And at least they still have this certain table   Where I once carved a particular name   I run my finger through the weathered carving   And I almost can feel the same   And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon   As I ponder what my pilgrimage means   And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here   And I listen to the leaves   If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile      And she called me her ugly American   And I would call her my Canadian flower   And I don't think that we'll ever get there again   We had such power   And she would call me her ugly American   And I'll remember my Canadian rose   Especially when the fall comes to Burlington   We were in so close      And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up   Passionately springs in me and all things are possible   Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day   At least it seemed that way   Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile      And she called me her ugly American   And I would call her my Canadian flower   And I don't think that we'll ever get there again   We had such power   And she would call me her ugly American   And I'll remember my Canadian rose   Especially when the fall comes to Burlington   We were in so close