Foolish enough to believe
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
Little drop in the overview
Well, something's changed on the horizon line
Something's changed on the horizon line
Nothing left here but instinct
Little drop in the overview
Well, 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
Little drop in the overview
Well, 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
I remember those streets at night