Here we are morning grey
Still stunned by his last day
A map of denim sky
With that look in our eye
Shoulder wrestles shoulder
You and me year older
Without one to cry on
Still gonna sing along
A flag at Gare du Nord
He says, did you know Gord?
Double take turn and look
And that was all it took
The guy brought Chanie back
From the loneliest track
From our bad way to be
So we could start to heal
Singing us nebulous
Yeah, he was there for us
Neighbor, brother, cousin
Bloor, Portage, or Robson
Rewrote our inner map
Greater than maple sap
We saw from in his eyes
A truer north untied
We were there in Golden
So consumed at the inn
That night in Toronto
Screaming fer just one more
Screaming to see that smile
Screaming to hear that style
That night was all through
That night we all cried
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