Grey skies, Suburban Pines
Come watch a film at mine
That’s where you grew up playing
Near the bridge above the motorway
Big news in our hometown
They’re building a new roundabout
Will anybody ever get out
Our neck of the woods?
Some chapters that you never knew
I wore a t-shirt in the swimming pool
When the nettles seemed to smell like lemon
And the frogs got in the classroom
I played a lot of golf with dad that winter
Got pretty good at missing sitters
Maybe one day I’ll be a big hitter
And cross 300 yards
And I wonder what you did those days
Getting busy singing in the rain
Would you tell Gene Kelly that you like his hair
But if you wanna learn the language then you’ve gotta live there
I know you got a job nearby
Stacking shelves to pass the time
Around then I had gone away
Hadn’t met you yet, but I'll meet you someday
I'm 28 in Cathedral Grove
Here in Canada the trees can grow,
In their quiet life they reach the sky
One’s 70 metres high!
And I’d read a book on the evergreens
They’d taken town in the 70s
Planted there for their privacy
But they wouldn’t stop you meeting me
Came home that summer and I didn’t leave
Made a nest among the trees
Nestled in with family
My wings got tired of flying
Out the rough and tumble, urban jungle
We were river swimmers, we were night star lovers
Like shy little deer we would run for cover
Found our cover in each other’s arms
And it's so true, until I met you
I’d never really danced before
I’d slipped up once on a wedding floor
From then just stood there watching
And it's funny now that you love somehow
That I wear my slippers around the town
Trip over when we walk the dog
Use the windscreen wipers till you tell me stop
And we both love the windows open
Both have a funny thing about elbows
And now we’ve joined the swimming pool
And this July I’ll marry you
We grew up in Suburban Pines
Strangers till the stars aligned
Shopped at the same supermarkets
The same old chalky walks
Well if I knew that someday soon
In suburban pines I’d be meeting you
Somewhere down that avenue
I would have danced the road wearing different shoes
Yea, if I knew that someday soon
In suburban pines I’d be meeting you
Somewhere down the avenue
I would have danced the road wearing different shoes
So is the real magic
The doorstep glory
In the real life ordinary story?
'Cause it feels like, I'm gonna be alright
Feels like, it's gonna be alright
