All spring I was driving
Every river swollen with rain, every stream a torrent
Over the highway bridges that run high across the plains, flooded
'Half of the Maritimes,' they say, 'is running this way.'
I don't expect your love to be like mine
I trust you to know your own mind
As I know mine
Could it really be so effortless, all in my sight, many hillsides
Green and black and distant and rivers serpentine, glinting
I know there's so much it just can't mean, you and me
Still caught up in heartache and grief
Yet to come, yet to cease
I feel like I'm seeing double, all joy and all trouble
My friends say 'be careful' or 'be grateful'
'be glad' or 'thoughtful' 'don't move too fast' 'don't let it pa** you by'
But I don't expect your love to be like mine
I trust you to know your own mind
As I know mine