Loved a girl named Stacy Nearly drove him crazy Took him for all he was worth that wasn't much But still they kept in touch And now they're back in time
Could it be the joke's on us? 75 degrees and it's just the end of winter She says we've got all we need To go outside and sit right down and paint a picture
I'm courageous but I'm weak sometimes Outrageous but I don't often show that side I can be selfish but I can be a saint sometimes You make me feel like
He sits by the bed Watches while she sleeps Her favourite book of poems lies Just beyond reach He walks to the doorway He turns before he goes She starts
On a muggy night in the north end in July A kid named Joseph Beeper Spence Took a shotgun blast to the back and died There by the CP tracks, along the
Take away all my blues Fill me with good news When I'm used and torn You get me thru Nothing could thrill me more than When you're standin' there like
She says no one understands No one sees that point of view Less you force them to Less you coerce them to Less you break their arm then it's not real
Hey, hey, hey, hey... Make you sometimes want to fly away Let the critics be damned True colours will always stand It's no disgrace, lets cut to the chase
Junkyard pilot and his sidekick derelict Blactop, halle bop, microbus news, do you get it? Dialect comes so slick that you can't predict the news Water
She says think you're the only one Who's had it rough And the sky over you is the only one That's not bright enough Well, some habits are hard to kick
Change your eyes, your shoes, your hair Be an island, I don't care Not depending on what others think Change your plans, your style, your flair I'd know
