I knew this girl in Saskatchewan. She danced for dollars in the snow. I think that she got off on calling me her man. But I suppose I’ll never know. Because I had to go. I had to roam.
I was always dreaming of something new. I think I was dreaming of you. What if all these loves that I’ve been through were just stars leading me home to you. I hope it’s true. I do.
There was a bartender in Buffalo. She fed me drinks and got me high on blow. When I was lonely, she was always good to go. But I had to roam.
I know you’re not supposed to talk about your past, but all these Northern girls have been a blast. From Vermont to Minneapolis, it just wasn’t ever right, so I’d slip away into the night, always searching for my perfect light. And I think I might of found it here tonight.
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing