​of Montreal
Montreal
Montreal is
Where I began to feel inside
The gray sadness of winter
When you told me that this isn't it
And I drove away

Walking to the statue in the park
Through snow drifts up over our knees
And every street sign written in French
We sat by the statue
You looked in my eyes
Then said, "I'm so sorry."

Later, laying on your bed
Wondering what's going wrong
Every time I'd ask you'd start crying
And whisper, "I don't know why
I only know what I feel
What a voice says to me"

I may be here now
But I've never left Montreal