Sam Baardman

Lyrics

SIMCOE COUNTY - by Sam Baardman

There’s a haze over the hills of Simcoe County
A fog that fills the streets of Sudbury
And the only thing that’s clear is that you’re not here
It’s like the air is thick with where I’d rather be

If I was a train I’d turn my engine westward
If I was a bird I’d tip my wings to home
If I was anything but what I am this evening
I’d pack my things and find the open road

In those early days we almost missed each other
Even though our paths sometimes crossed
And though it wasn’t planned, how hard we ran
Against the fear that something precious could be lost

If I was a train I’d turn my engine westward
If I was a bird I’d tip my wings to home
If I was anything but what I am this evening
I’d pack my things and find the open road

And love it sometimes hits you like a hurricane
Love it sometimes gently lets you in
With every leaf that falls there’s a sure strong call
That when a love is gone there’s time to love again

So now we brace ourselves for one more winter
As the slow revolving world leans away
On this long and lonely run there’s still work to be done
So I guess I’ll have to wait a few more days

If I was a train I’d turn my engine westward
If I was a bird I’d tip my wings to home
If I was anything but what I am this evening
I’d pack my things and find the open road