I've made it back to you, made it back to you
Made it back to you
Scoff at my faded shoes, a child's razor too
Riding through my blues
Poor woman's sweet leaf shared, rich in conversation
A song affair
Sun through a mystical window, tiger balm on lips
Where will I go
Will I go?
Walk through fields of green pretend to know what we're doing
Meet me on Eaton street
Roast a fat zucchini, call it what we want
The whiskey's on me
Oh it's on me
Bangs will you pass the pen, make me laugh again
Tell me where you've been
Oh my dear old friend, a reunion show
Let's make a mix from it
I've made it back to you, made it back to you
Made it back to you
I've made it back to you, don't have my vision skewed
I'm ridin through my blues
I've made it back to you, made it back to you
Made it back to you
Ridin' through my blues
Ridin' through my blues
Ridin' through my blues
Ridin' through my blues
Roast a fat zucchini, the whiskey's on me