Ron Sexsmith

i woke up on galbraith street
where the houses stood like twins
and even though the door's been closed
i can find a way to get back in

for in daydreams my mind returns
like a ghost upon the hill
as i knock upon old doors again
and find my friends all live there still

so many good times to speak of in a life
but none compared to the good times i had there

the world looks so much brighter
when you believe in every word
now i'm holding on to all those years
like a tear before it falls unheard

so many goodbyes to speak of in a life
but none compared to the goodbyes i said there

the sun went down on galbraith street
i saw it from my childhood bed
as the red and gold brick houses stood
underneath a crimson sky that bled