Hangover Sex

That spring you finished your degree
And mine was still incomplete
You moved into that house on Bathurst St
And I moved in with my parents
I said, "Don't worry, I'll make the journey
Up Hwy 8 to the 401, down the 427
To the Gardiner Expressway
I'll make it every seven days"

Those weekends spent in the backyard
Under a sky with no stars
And you drank wine, and I drank rye

I said, "Someday I'll take you away from this
Someday we won't be so helpless
Someday I'll fly you to Paris
And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye"

But every Sunday you'd start to cry
Said, "Don't leave me in this city
I'm so lonely, I know nobody"
I'd wipe the hair out of your eyes
Smile and tell you a bunch of lies
Of how September would be better
But now I'm in Toronto
And my degree's still incomplete
I can't afford to eat
I can't buy you wine, can't afford rye

I said, "Someday I'll take you away from this
Someday we won't be so helpless
Someday I'll fly you to Paris
And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye"

But every time it starts raining
I remember dancing with you to Bobcaygeon
And when I think back on those days
I remember your summer skin colour
Your sun squint smile
Your long blond hair
Rolling down your shoulder

And I say, "Someday I'll take you away from this
Someday we won't be so helpless
Someday I'll finish college
And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye"