Vancouver
I'm hooked on a woman
She's hooked on wine
She says living with me feels like killing time
And her superhero friends could teach her how to fly
I know she's going to leave me
On the ground in the end
So I packed and I made Intersate 5 by ten
On a perfect morning for throwing away the map
For pretending that the world was flat

December 1, Vancouver sunshine
I close my eyes, I still see the skyline
It's bitter cold but it tastes like grace
I said a little prayer walking by The Hudson Bay

Ballerinas practicing three flights up in silhouette
Made those mannequins
Seem as useless as regret
I know I won't forget that reverie
That made all of my addictions
Seem like reasons to be free

December 1...

Feeling bulletproof, I pull the sunroof down
Singing outloud, driving through Gastown
Yesterday's rain is swimming in the gutter
I'm above a lot of things that I was under

December 1...