It's coming on Christmas, they're cutting down trees. They're putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace. Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on.
He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel. He was drinking for diversion, he was thinking for himself. A little money riding on the Maple Leafs.
It was a rainy night. We took a taxi to your mother's home. She went to Florida and left you. With your father's gun, alone. Upon her small white bed.