I will always remember your voice. The day you sang to me, while the NDP fireworks woke up the lonely sky.
Your voice isn't perfect. Your voice isn't great. But I will always remember the way you sang "Your Song".
I knew you were still thinking of her, nursing your broken heart. I was, likewise, in the same position as you.
So, we just sat there, at the edge of the riverbank, just you and me. It beats being anywhere else.
Will we ever go back to that place again, just you and me?
