That spring you finished your degree And mine was still incomplete You moved into that house on Bathurst St And I moved in with my parents I said, "Don't worry, I'll make the journey Up Hwy 8 to the 401, down the 427 To the Gardiner Expressway I'll make it every seven days" Those weekends spent in the backyard Under a sky with no stars And you drank wine, and I drank rye I said, "Someday I'll take you away from this Someday we won't be so helpless Someday I'll fly you to Paris And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye" But every Sunday you'd start to cry Said, "Don't leave me in this city I'm so lonely, I know nobody" I'd wipe the hair out of your eyes Smile and tell you a bunch of lies Of how September would be better But now I'm in Toronto And my degree's still incomplete I can't afford to eat I can't buy you wine, can't afford rye I said, "Someday I'll take you away from this Someday we won't be so helpless Someday I'll fly you to Paris And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye" But every time it starts raining I remember dancing with you to Bobcaygeon And when I think back on those days I remember your summer skin colour Your sun squint smile Your long blond hair Rolling down your shoulder And I say, "Someday I'll take you away from this Someday we won't be so helpless Someday I'll finish college And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye"