Phil Christie
Phil Christie

Lyrics

Midnight moon on a night muddy black as coal
Trail of dust and a heavy load
Everything I once held dear in my rearview mirror

Distant lights on the edge of town
She was shining in her wedding gown
Wipe away a lonely tear in my rearview mirror

 She loved me once more than I deserved
 But I tried to cage that little bird
 Didn't take long before she had to fly

Desert wind blows a tumbleweed up on the rise
One love grows and baby one love dies
Drive until it disappears in my rearview mirror

  She wore yellow flowers in her hair
  Sunlight around her like a prayer
  She said "I do", he smiled,  they waved good-bye

Open road stretches out as far as I can see
Satin lace staring back at me
A sentimental souvenir for my rearview mirror

2008 Lauret River Music (ASCAP)

Phil Christie
Phil Christie

Lyrics

I've seen the Eiffel Tower
And Paris in the spring
Spent time in New York City
Was treated like a king
But the place I love
Fits me like a glove
Ooh, I can have it all in Montreal.

We'll meet at some museum
Or Crescent Street Cafe
Where people pack the terraces
To pass the time of day
When the sun goes down
It's a romance town
Ooh, you can't help but fall for Montreal.

So come to Central Station
I'll pick you up on time
We'll take a horse drawn carriage
To hear the church bells chime
If you take my hand
You will understand
There's no place at all like Montreal.

2008 Lauret River Music (ASCAP)

Phil Christie

Lyrics

Bobby grew up on the St. Lawrence River
In a little place called Summerstown
An only child, the son of a sailor
He loved life in that sleepy ol' town
He was a boy when his mama cried
"Son, your daddy's gone
They hit a storm wind and foundered at sea"

Chorus:
He'd walk along the banks of the river wide
To watch the sailing ships roll by
Waiting for the day his daddy was comin' home
Back to Summerstown 

Bobby dreamed of life on the Seaway
Trimming the sails and hauling line
At seventeen, he dropped out of high school
Got a job rigging for a local shipline
Out on the reach, when autumn leaves turned
And the winter winds blew cold
Bobby could hear his voice through the whine

(chorus)

Morning fog crept from the shoreline
On a fateful day when he was twenty five
A trolling ship appeared out of nowhere
And shattered the hull of Bobby's port side
As water rushed in over his head
A strong hand pulled him up
Just as the sun broke through the sky

Now he walks along the banks of the river wide
To watch the sailing ships roll by
Thankful for the day his daddy could bring him home
Back to Summerstown

©2002 Lauret River Music (ASCAP)

Phil Christie

Lyrics

What are you doing here?
It's 4:00 a.m. my friend
Looks like you've been drinkin'
What'd you go and do
And where's your wedding ring?
I know what you're thinkin'

I hate to be the one
To rain on your parade
But it's not right to do the things you do
Trust me as a friend
I won't let you down
But I'm no alibi, so don't ask me to lie
Don't ask me to lie

Yeah, your lines are well rehearsed
A boy's night on the town
You'll sneak home while she's sleepin'
But she'll be calling soon
Wondering if I know
The company you're keepin'

I hate to be the one
To rain on your parade
But it's not right to treat her like you do
Trust me as a friend
Turn yourself around
I'm no alibi, so don't ask me to lie
Don't ask me to lie

Don't look so surprised
Don't you understand?

I'll always be the one
To rain on your parade
When it's not right to treat her like you do
Trust me as a friend
Turn yourself around
I'm no alibi, so don't ask me to lie
Don't ask me to lie

©2002 Lauret River Music (ASCAP)

Phil Christie
Words & Music by Phil Christie