a train is coming.
I can hear the clattering tracks,
quarreling wheels, warning whistle,
You said you would come here.
You said we would meet and start again,
but my window pane is frosted with the breath
And another day of frost bitten fingers
standing at the station, hoping this time
you will come here,
you said we would meet and start again.
You said go to Montreal.
And it won't be long
until you found me.
Go to Montreal,
it is there you can finally be free,
and we will meet and start again.
You said we'd be in Montreal
before the September leaves turned into dreams
and fell beneath my feet.
a train is leaving.
I listen to its echoed journey
disappear into the night.
Here, beneath the amber lights,
I'm in Montreal
and the snow is drifting all around me.
I'm in Montreal,
a place you've never seen.
a place where we could meet
and start again.