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