Kingston - Headstones

Foolish enough to believe that I can walk back into yesterday

Pick up a photograph, I step inside like nothing’s changed

Little drift in the constellation

Got a few more stars tonight

A little drop in the overview

Something’s changed on the horizon line

Something’s changed on the horizon line

Nothing left here but instinct

A little drop in the overview

Something’s changed on the horizon line

Found a postcard in the basement from 1989

Little bit of validation

Man I needed every line

Angst on the planks in Kingston

Straight out of KCVI

Nothing left here but instinct

All I ever had anyway

Navigating the nonsense and all the bullshit that people say

Maybe it’s a combination

I’ll let those old records play

Lost in the liner notes of a world that’s not so very far away

Found a postcard in the basement from 1989

Little bit of validation

Man I needed every line

Angst on the planks in Kingston

Straight out of KCVI

And old Luther Guitar Johnson

I remember those streets at night

Up and down at the old Prince George

Smoking dope from a corn cob pipe

Smoking dope from a corn cob pipe

Up and down at the old Prince George

I remember those streets at night

I remember those streets at night

Nothing left here but instinct

All I ever had anyway

Navigating the nonsense and all the bullshit that people say

Little change in the constellation

Got a few more stars tonight

A little drop in the overview

Something’s changed on the horizon line

Found a postcard in the basement from 1989

Gord Downie’s validation

Man I needed every line

Angst on the planks in Kingston

Straight out of KCVI

And old Luther Guitar Johnson

I remember those streets at night

Up and down at the old Prince George

Smoking dope from a corn cob pipe

I remember those streets at night

Up and down at the old Prince George

I remember those streets at night

I remember those streets at night