Vancouver

Vancouver always leaves you laughing At the wonder and the blister of an evening And I swear that I could see the feeling When the sun caught on the smoke And the light came melting, pouring down the boulevard Won't you let me know when you're back this way And I'll mark it on the wall And we'll get to know time before we kill it Or autumn might just kill us all There's nothing to compare to So I don't regret the trouble I've got no ceiling to go back to But there's frescos in the rubble Oh the whole world is a picture frame And I don't want to set it right In the morning we could leave this city In a cluster of cars upon the freeway Drive up to where the mountains are bleeding And I could almost smell your hair As we crested the rise, cutting through the passes But the drive is long and the coffee's cold The feeling's lost in the coming home The drive is long and the coffee's cold The feeling's lost in the coming home There's nothing to compare to So I don't regret the trouble I've got no ceiling to go back to But there's frescos in the ruble Oh the whole world is a picture frame And I don't want to set it right Stinger in the honeycomb Or a flicker in the light How I went out dancing alone On a beer-can night Well it always hurts the worst Just before she makes it alright Cause the whole world is a picture frame And I just wanna set it right