Canadian Thanksgiving

On the Greyhound to the town where you grew up You were holding hands with Mary Anne You didn't know her eyes were shut On the highway where the cities disappear Oh my god she looks so beautiful A pencil tucked behind her ear Oh! She looks so good you don't know what to do Oh! Don't get your hopes up She won't fall in love with you Playing hockey with her brothers on the lake If you knew what she was up to, boy Your virgin heart would probably break Drinking whiskey sours and dancing on the lawn And then fumbling with some stranger In the bathroom of the restaurant Oh! She looks like such a sweet and pretty girl In the picture on her parents wall of you and her in school Oh! You stop by her house, she's nowhere to be found And now the snow is falling thick and fast And painting shadows on the ground One, two, three, four!