Now that I'm gone
I see how it's true
That when you're physically gone
Your mind is too.
Mine's in Montreal
Where there's no right on red,
Where I woke up to a roommate
Fast asleep in her bed.
Until August I'll keep dreaming
In French words I don't yet know
And how I'm missing the few months
Montreal sees no snow.
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
Now that I'm gone
I see how it's true
That when you're physically gone
Your mind is too.
Mine's in Montreal
Where there's no right on red,
Where I woke up to a roommate
Fast asleep in her bed.
Until August I'll keep dreaming
In French words I don't yet know
And how I'm missing the few months
Montreal sees no snow.
