Canada Geese

We live on the same street

We live on the same street

here in town

Listening to the freeway

Listening to the truckers

Shifting down

And in the winter the cold rain comes

Pouring down

And in the summer

All the grasses turn to brown

And in the springtime pretty flowers Everywhere

But in the fall the Canadian Geese

I can hear

Playing in the pavement

Whatch the tenis ball

Roll trough the cars

Sitting on the front steps

Through the city lights you see the stars

And Canada is a place up north

Where everything is green

So many geese to be seeen

That they fill the sky

Sometimes you can not see the sun

And even though I'never been there

I know

Cause it's where the geese come from