Montreal

One, two, three, fourMontreal is where I began to feel inside

The gray sadness of winter

You told me that this isn't it and I drove awayWalking to the statue in the park

Through snow drifts up over our knees

And every street sign written in French

We sat by the statue, you looked in my eyes

And then said, "I'm so sorry"Later, laying on your bed

Wondering what's going wrong

Every time I'd ask, you'd start crying

And whisper, "I don't know why

I only know what I feel, what a voice says to me"I may be here now

But I've never left Montreal