April in Toledo
Talking to myself
Talking to myself
She's hiding out in Lake Louise
Says she's taking a break from my face
I'll run I'll run to Niagara
I'll hide I'll hide in the dark
She wouldn't have me for conversation no more
Her last destination was out of town
These letters from Lake Louise
Sound like damn DIARIES of a winter freeze
Hey I'll sing this out my window
Say I'll treat you good
Then I'll treat you better