You grew up in Red Deer, Alberta
Fritterin' youth away
She was the reddest rose in the garden
You pricked your thumb that day
Ooh oh ohh oh
Ooh oh oh ooh oh
Late nights discussing
Ginsberg, Marxism
Les penses sur la guerre
She lies beside
You run your long fingers
Into her inch-long hair
Ooh oh ohh oh
Ooh oh oh ooh oh
Let bygones be bygones
That's what they'd always say
Now she's gone
Please let me in your arms to stay
Six years have passed
You moved to Toronto
"Living the dream", you'd say
She's gotten married and owns a beach house
With a child on the way
Ooh oh ohh oh
Ooh oh oh ooh oh
You left and
She cried and
Couldn't bare to say goodbye
She loved you
And you loved her
There was no question why
Let bygones be bygones
That's what they'd always say
Now she's gone
Please let me in your arms to stay
Ooh oh ohh oh
Ooh oh oh ooh oh
Ooh oh ohh oh
Ooh oh oh ooh oh