Coastal Birds

I don't need a handout
For my fare to Montreal
I worked all month Charlottetown
In turgid lecture halls
And I'm burning for a getaway
I hear the distant call
Of a festival of castaways
And I want to meet them all

But I never knew why I lied to you
Said I'd be fine inside the ruse
Of a yellow low-rise in an unforgiving winter
We both know I'm just a young jalopy hitcher
Don't wait on me

She drove down South from Red Point
And she met me by a church
We took off for the city
Singing songs like coastal birds
I was geeking out all giddy
And removed my linen shirt
Sprawled out on her car seat
And tanned beneath her words

But I never knew why I lied to you
Said I'd be fine inside the ruse
Of a yellow low-rise in an unforgiving winter
We both know I'm just a young jalopy hitcher
Don't wait on me

(Oh)
We don't have the time to figure out if
Our souls were made to fit
(Oh)
I'd spend my last dime on an eastward flight if
She showed the slightest hint
Of wanting more than just one sleepless night
Before we call it quits

But I never knew why I lied to you
Said I'd be fine to start anew
But I'll take the fear cause' it's better than the regret
Of leaving here without making just one blind bet
She might wait on me