Montreal Winter


Leonard Cohen was from Montreal

Now I understand it all

Montreal winter she is cruel

She can tear you apart and take you for a fool

She will keep you awake for hours

As she grinds the street of your soul

Your emotions are in tatters

You don’t know what matters

You’re like a car towed away in the night

You failed to see the signs right


Montreal winter

You’ve been testing me

To see

How hard I can become

Montreal winter

I’m in your cold embrace

But I can’t see your face

I’ve been wearing the same thick pair of socks

For the last six months

I’ve had the same sick body for weeks

Beneath the sheets

When you release me from your clinch, I’ll say


Montreal winter

You’ve been testing me

To see

How soft I can become

Montreal winter

Windblast my eyes

Cut me down to size

Montreal winter,


I could go to Berlin like Bruce Millar

Or retreat to Costa Rica

I could get on a freight train with Marc

Travelling across the dark

Like Brandon Michaels I could go to BC

Just to be by the ocean

But I’m staying here

I like the internal commotion


Montreal winter

You’ve been testing me

To see

How young I can become

Montreal winter

I’ve put on my Velcro shoes

To sing the blues

Montreal winter

My heart is on the floor

I did play the Yellow Door

Montreal winter

Are you leaving me?