There is a town in north Ontario,
with dream comfort memory to spare.
And in my mind I still need a place to go,
all my changes are there.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
yellow moon on the rise.
Big birds flying across the sky,
throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us, helpless, helpless, helpless.
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked and tied across the door.
Baby sing with me somehow.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
yellow moon on the rise.
Big birds flying across the sky,