Living On 45

Sun rise in the valley of the stinking dead.
I’m lonely lonelier instead
The lady Muskoka shines her waves and still life carries on
Well I remember snow flakes and exports on the floor
I remember day break like I’ve never been here before
When you’re living on forty-five
Late nights driving with the boys
I know that yes they’re thinking of me
I’m worried thinking bout the way life goes and still life carries on
Well I remember snow flakes and exports on the floor
I remember day break like I’ve never been here before
When you’re living on forty-five
Walking Yonge Street smelling all I need to know
I’m worried thinking bout my mother
I’m worried thinking bout the way life goes, still life carries on