Old Strathcona Lyrics

Couldn't have written it any better

The first time since skipping town

That we hung out the old hotel burnt down

While the headlines couldn't capture

What that lobby once meant to us

A snapshot of our recklessness now buried in a mountain of sut

Nostalgia is, nothing but a trap

I get tangled up in it, I'm well aware of that

Every time, I think that I have moved passed

I ruminate on events until I relapse

I can't help but wonder

Do you ever think of the evenings when

I'd show up at your front porch with draft glasses and a crooked grin?

You'd kick me out in the morning steam, rising from your coffee cup

Saying, "next time you go scheming, won't you consider growing up"

I'm still working on it, despite getting old

Bordering on bitter and cynical

I'm partially in denial, that neighbourhoods will change

That favourite venues will close and best friends will move away

It's a juvenile act, nothing short of weak

Comparing a place to what it used to be

Turn the dial, when you've heard enough

That window won't open, it's painted shut

Nostalgia is, nothing but a trap

I get tangled up in it, I'm well aware of that

Turn the dial when you've heard enough

That window won't open, it's painted shut