All last night it stormed Woke me up at two, three, and four I reached out for you Genevieve it's true, I have no doubt I've worked this one out Flooded all the snails Left them without shells Naked on the road, nowhere left to go I'd have no home if you left me alone And I can't be good I can't see far I just watch the fog burn off the water Canada in June I can't help but sing this tune Buoys out on the bay It's my birthday Boats pull in their traps Anything they catch Could be lobsters could be trash Somehow I found you Genevieve it's true, I have no doubt I've worked this one out I've worked this one out