Sorting through laundry Again you come to mind It's Monday morning Sometimes there's no explaining it I laugh And pull out A soaking maple leaf From my jeans pocket And it reminds me
Where you'll find me Where I go you'll find me Cause I'm not doing this again I'm gonna sit back This time through Let love want after me for once
That stop in Strathroy Was the saddest moment of longing Clearly out of gas It's dark Of course no one's calling And that weight She came back up over on me And I knew exactly where I was going
Where you'll find me Where I go you'll find me Cause I'm not doing this again I'm gonna sit back This time through Let love want after me for once
And I'm at it again I am driving Get as far as Dexter I should turn around There's nothing there for me either My mind in Provence Turns out it's some stripper's house There nothing there for me It's just a fantasy
Where you'll find me Where I go you'll find me Cause I'm not doing this again I'm gonna sit back This time through Let love want after me for once