If you're looking for Matthew, you might have to squint Go read the liners, he's in the fine print Outside the margins, he's writing you one Matthew Grimson He was my friend, we met back in the scene I think it was '91, I was sixteen Spooling a reel, to record a tune Nothing would shake his cocoon We're out of our heads, this world's out of hand It's the century's end, brother let's start a band Turn up your guitar, I'm singing along To Matthew Grimson songs Through the mid to late 90's, me and Warren Auld We'd pick up the phone every time Matthew called With Warren on drums, and me on the bass In the old Hermit rehearsal space At Cornwallace and Gottingen, before the condominiums And the new millennium erased our minds When words weren't cheep, and the world turned slow And bad things would happen, but you'd never know In our little corner, he'd come out swinging I still hear Matthew singing "Bambi is free, you can't blame it on me You'll have to fight it out with Walt Dis-uh-ney" You don't know how he would go "For a Song" "To Save The Narwhal" "To Leave The Light On" "Buddy, You're Killing her" "Revenge" and "Nadine" "Breaking Up Drunk On New Years Eve" "To Kill a Catholic" "The Arms Dealer's Blues" "La, La, La, La, I'm Not Listening to You" One thousand titles, he could've opened a store But "Matthew Doesn't Live Here Anymore" He's out of his head, this world's out of hand It's the century's end, brother let's start a band Turn up your guitar, we're singing along To Matthew Grimson songs To Matthew Grimson songs To Matthew Grimson's songs Your words run through my brain I'll see you somewhere, down the road again