You spent your last dollar
On coffee and banana bread
So I would stay a little longer.
We watch cars fly down
The empty streets, avenues
And this city is strange
At least I have you.
The lines on your face
Map the hours we spend
Stringing us along.
Your mouth is dry
And I'm better off alone
So we sit on a bench in Cabbagetown
And that's the way life goes.
