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The Weakerthans Reunion Tour

I changed the oils and oiled the squeaks, Patched the holes and fluid leaks, Left dusk beneath a diabetic moon And way to take the TV crews across the

He looked more like our fathers Not a goalie, player, athlete period Smoke, half-ash, stuck in that permanent smirk. Tugging jersey around the beer

In the stick count for the song with knowing you're gone Glancing up at where you lived when you lived here I see you suddenly alive and nearly smiling

Rolling cables slick with beer To hang up on the broken stands The houselights lit our injuries For crowds with plastic cups that clapped Beneath our

It had something to do with the rain leeching loamy dirt And the way the back lane came alive, half moon whispered "go" For a while, I heard you missing

Got this feeling That today doesn't like me Or the air tastes like Flowers and paint There's a sink full Of bottles and cutlery And the car Has got a