Sleeveless in Vancouver - Justin Rutledge

Composed by：Justin Rutledge

How the weatherman complains about the heat

A tourist waves a camera on the street

The clumsy thumbs of summer point to Kitsilano beach

The trains are in the distance out of reach

And the whales are moving drowsily in fleets

And you were riding sleeveless in the car

And I was swaying legless at the bar

You said that we'd be sweethearts when I learned to play guitar

But man I never learned to play guitar

Oh now I'm swaying legless at the bar

For eleven days you punished me with bliss

A sky in mid July that held no clouds

So I followed your small ankles through a large metropolis

But I lost them when they reached those subway crowds

Oh like a fool I lost them

When they reached those subway crowds