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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

You called me, and I didn't think.

You dyed your hair red in the sink while I did the dishes in the bathtub, and then you stood up and locked the door and spread yourself out on the floor. And twelve or thirteen minutes later, you said "I've always wanted to go to Lake Louise in the winter when its frozen" and I said, "it doesn't freeze". You made up names and wrote them down in the guestbook at somebody's wedding who we didn't even know. I always loved to watch you read in the bed amidst the cushions, with the book propped up against your knees. And I wanted to take you to Lake Louise. You'd leave your husband and we'd drive across the country...

I wanted to kiss you at Lake Lousie, it was calm, it was cool, it was still in the breeze. And I still think about waiting expectantly, and the look on your face when you said to me: "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I do. But..."

So we got in the car and drove back to Lake Claire, but you didn't say nothing the whole way there. Your brothers, and sisters, and husband were there. I waited to say, at the foor of the stairs: "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I do."

And I hope tonight that you're not fine, that you're looking back on better times and thinking of all the things I said to try and make you change your mind.

Well, I still go for walks around Chestermere Lake. Its been seventeen years, but my heart still aches. I just wanted to tell you that I'm still alone, and I hope that its you on the end of the phone, saying: "I love you, I love you, I love you, I made a mistake."