Billy Raffoul - Kingston, ON

Force a wave and dry my face
On the day you took the train to Kingston
I know it was Waterloo
But that don’t sing quite as smooth as Kingston
I was young and I was dumb
I don’t know what the hell I was expecting
Of me at seventeen

I think it was Carole King
It must’ve been tapestry
That hung above the corner of your bed
Insignificant, but in my head
I tried to write them out
But there’s too many things I miss about you

Subtlety has lost it’s touch
I don’t laugh all that much without you
Yesterday I bit my tongue
Called her by the name your mother gave you
She looked at me curiously
I said it was a song I had been singing
She said, "Yeah? Which one?"
And so I dug

I said it was Bruce Springsteen
Something from the E Street
And began to hum ‘Rosie, you’re the one’
She said, "That’s a lie. But at least you tried."
It’s not hard to figure out
That there’s so many things I miss about you

And if it were up to me
We’d be on Talbot Street
Walking by the sunlight in your eyes
But it’s just a dream
One, two, three
I hide the light behind you
I know that I will find you again, again