dim lights on the dockyards tonight
and just the two of us, alone watching them
i hope this rain doesn't pick up
we've still got yarn bombs left to place;
knit sweaters for the saplings
in the public gardens where she'd skip class
to spend spring days with me
and make our own examinations of each other
after tonight we're lonely lovers once again

She's leaving Hali
she's leaving her new-found half-home
she's gotta depart for the summer
go back to Toronto

and everyone's giving up their sweaters
and everyone's giving up their sweaters
and everyone's giving up their sweaters
for shorts and t-shirts and warmer weather

i'm watching the harbour
i'm watching her chest rise and fall
with the waves that enter the bay
it's here that i must stay for the summer
i've got a job here
i've got a bedroom at my mother's place
i've got my friends and relations
so we'll try not to get too entangled
in each other
but after all we're just lonely lovers
and after tonight...

there are trains to catch
there are busses to take
there are borders to go break down
there are bridges to make
across the country
from Ontario Place
back to Alderney Landing we'll communicate
there will be phones to dial
there will be letters to stamp

but for now the rain
soaks my sweater
as i lie next to her
she's growing farther away

She's leaving Hali
she's leaving her new-found half-home
she's gotta depart for the summer
go back to Toronto

now everyone's giving up their sweaters
now everyone's giving up their sweaters
and i would give up my sweater
to keep her warm
let it be my arms
let it never leave her.