Out the door escapes the warmth
In comes the freezing cold
And the noise of booming [?]
I hate this lower town
I hate upper Canada
But I have no reason to leave
It's been six years
And I miss my wife
She lived on our estate
In London England
With our son
And our daughter to be
And I miss them more
Than I ever have before
It's Christmas day
This day it leaves
Further and further from
The christmas I remember
Now I believe happiness for me
Would mean walking on the waves
It's not that I haven't tried
Just as oil's not mean for water
Neither am I
Seasons pass
Forced to forget
All of the signs
Once filled my [?]
Seasons change
I stay the same
Memories fade from my mind