I had a plan

That was built on thinking too long

Canadian winters

At home with your sisters

The romance was hard to ignore

I remember you searching

I thought you were searching

That's how I picked up the phone

Happy to hear you remembered the view

So glad to assume it was fate

So I stood at the station

With a plan and a pocket of poems

Heroically tragic

Bearded and blind with obsession

I'm a car without hope

Too close to the ditch to go far

I showed you my field

I said this is my field

But you weren't impressed

You said why are we here

Your motives aren't clear

This room with a view

And so much of you

Is far from here

Oh my heart

It just fell apart

And I wished I could show you

The same view

Of you by the window

And me

Just feeling so fine

Yeah and me just feeling so fine

Me just feeling fine