Vancouver Blues

I’m standin' all alone in the Vancouver rain
On the corner of Hastings and Main
Doin' my best to light a cigerette
But I can’t bring a spark to a flame
And that’s just the very same way that it was
When it came to her and me
I’m high and dry on the downtown side
And she went back to False Creek
At the end of the pier with all of me tears
And nothin' but a broken heart
I’m a hangin' ‘round Yaletown
To find a place to fall apart
And I’ll spend all the gold we knew
On her memory
I’m high and dry on the downtown side
And she went back to False Creek
If anybody asks you where you gonna find me for another week or two
I’ll be sittin' in a bar on Granville Street with the Vancouver Blues
The damp rolls down from the Howe Sound
And I can’t trust my eyes
The fog horns blow but I still don’t know
How I fell for all her lies
She came along on a slack tide
And I fell so easily
I’m high and dry on the downtown side
And she went back to False Creek
One more round before I leave town
Where I’m goin', well, I don’t know
Somewhere up the highway
I just might find Hope
Or the seagulls out on the Robert’s bank
Might sail away with me
I’m high and dry on the downtown side
And she went back to False Creek