last time i saw you you d seen my name in the paper smy hand wished me luck said you had to go but now it s my turn to see your name in the paper said you were leavin but how was i supposed to know you always did do things first oh i guess this is no acception it s the direction we all take in time ever since you were a kid the world was never all that kind but you always were you always will be a friend of mine
['canadian americana', 'deep new americana', 'indie folk', 'new americana', 'quebec indie', 'stomp and holler']