Letra de Sydenham

I remembered how much I hated hospitals
A couple of days before we had to make
Arrangements at the Haycock-Cavanagh
Your breathing was staggered and broken
It sounded so much like Saturday mornings
When I woke up and you were still sawing the forest down
I still see you doing the twist in Penticton when I was a kid
On days like this, I feel you dancing in my blood
Somewhere out there on the Sydenham River
On that worn out fading inner-tube with a Carling Light
There's a man with one ear glued to an AM radio
Cursing that last strike call in the ninth
He should've gone down swinging
Like you did
The loss didn't set in 'til we were
Bringing you back home to St. Joe
Somewhere out there the Ontario sun is still beating down
And "The Bird is the Word" and you're laughing
Someday I'll meet you up there on the Island
And we'll find a quiet place to watch the game