We were much younger then
We glimmered like empties in Clarke Park on Canada Day
Do you recall when you clung to my arm because I do, blue eyes
Much has happened since that night
After the fireworks
Do you even think of me?
Do you remember holding my hand up my street?
Drunk as a kite
Cold as a war, we fell to my living room floor
When you go back to the town we grew up in do you see those lights on the hillside
The ones that we drove all night
Trying to find a way to them, desperately
Hand on the clutch
I didn't say what was on my mind
I never do
I never will
Now you're married and I'm still here
Somewhere in the city
Far away from you
Goodbye Saint Norah of Summer sky
Goodbye Saint Norah of Summer sky