#2

I think, little girl, that your eyes are nice
Your smile is bright and your jeans are tight
And I'm thinking of trying to bring you home
But you're from Toronto babe
Which means you're not from here
Or somewhere near
And somehow you still seem that way
Because whatever made you seem special
You left at that single traffic light town
And traded it in for a trendy space and a smaller face
But hey, Toronto is a big place
And you'll fit right in
With your silent sins
And wish everything could be as dark as those country roads back home
To hide your tears at night

#1

As I watched from the balcony
I saw that God across the street
Looking damp from the rain
Had put out a sign near the yellow X's
It was a garage sale
Apparently he was cleaning house
Even God has sh*t that he can't relate to