The streets of Montréal are covered in snow
I never got to take you there I know
And if you call me from an empty beach
with a shell in your hand
to tell me you’re not coming home
I’ll understand

‘Cause you and I were kids when we met
You were just twenty three when you took me to bed
and we didn’t know freedom or our hearts from our heads
But we played all the cards in the deck

Riding swings in the park
Laughing in the car
Holding hands in the dark
Wishing on a star
Wishing on a star

Summer in Montréal
is heavy as snow
We never got to dance on the Plateau
And when the fall comes with a red downpour
and seedlings on the ground

I’ll see you there with your dark smile
Rolling into town

Riding swings in the park
Laughing in the car
Holding hands in the dark
Wishing on a star
Wishing on a star

Riding swings in the park
Laughing in the car
Holding hands in the dark
Wishing on a star
Wishing on a star