"now you're gone away... oh but your memory stays... i hear your voice behind every single door... in this house of dreams, that you walk like a ghost unseen... oh on the day you left, out walked my everything"
Some days reality hits like a ton of bricks.
Get lost in the regrets... in the could have, would have, should have.
Never sure if it's reality or if I'm making all this up.
"alright, i miss you tonight... i admit that i'm falling down blue"
Some days, some nights, just aren't meant for Blue Rodeo.