The Good Lovelies

Sometimes I think of Mrs. T. She was always such a sweet lady. I went down, down to Montreal To chase

We were sitting in our backyard, Waiting for the stars to show. But the city lights shine too far On

Do do do do Do do do do Do do do do Bicycles are made for rain One hand on handlebars

Oh great mountain You won't be moving any time soon Over the blue, shimmering water It's the

Took a trip on a bus that didn't know Met a girl sellin' drinks at the disco Said truth comes back