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I came to Stratford on a perfect Tuesday morning

The bluest sky the fall could bring

With no agenda, no place I had to be

Except to see a guy who sings

I knew he lived here and his favourite haunts in town

Where he drank his coffee every day

I found the place, stepped in and looked around

Even disappointment felt okay

Didn't have to talk with him

Or tell him all my favourite songs

But if he asked I'd be glad to say

'Cause when you're looking for Ron

And that's the only thing you have to do

No better way to spend your day

Sitting on a bench, trying to time it perfectly

I looked around to scan the crowds

Lucky for me the tourists left two months ago

So things were slow and not so loud

I thought I saw his silhouette from far away

His hair's the most distinctive clue

A third false sighting only made the game more fun

'Cause I had nothing else to do

Didn't have to talk with him

Or tell him all my favourite songs

But if he asked I'd be glad to say

'Cause when you're looking for Ron

And that's the only thing you have to do

No better way to spend your day

I was looking for Ron in all the wrong places

Don't think I'd ever find him here

And if destiny frowned upon my single-minded focus

Five places advertised craft beer

I had an hour left before I had to leave

And face a different reality

I thought by now I'd spot the new man in town

It was probably best to let him be

But something kept pressing me to try again just one last time

So without thinking I was gone

Walked through the front door of his favourite coffee shop

And in the corner, there was Ron

Didn't have to talk with him

Or tell him all my favourite songs

But if he asked I'd be glad to say

'Cause when you're looking for Ron

And that's the only thing you have to do

No better way to spend your day

No better way to spend your day