she could do my room I put down my old guitar and she gave me a smile She had a crusty voice and a drinker's look, but she had a friendly style She dusted
your life around For I am just a painter passing through the underground If you want to know my secret don't come runnin after me For I am just a painter passing through
Oversættelse: Gordon Lightfoot. En maler der passerer gennem.
day on Yonge Street Everywhere you go in a city by the lake Back there in the flow you may give a hand a shake Everyone you pass seems to wanna say