April in Toledo / talking to myself / talking to myself
She’s hiding out in Lake Louise / says she’s taking a break from my face
C—i’ll run i’ll run to Niagara / i’ll hide i’ll hide in the dark
she wouldn’t have me for conversation no more
her last destination was out of town
These letters from Lake Louise / sound like damn DIARIES of a winter freeze
Hey i’ll sing this out my window
Say i’ll treat you good / then i’ll treat you better—C