Grey skies, Suburban Pines Come watch a film at mine That’s where you grew up playing Near the bridge above the motorway Big news in our hometown They’re building a new roundabout Will anybody ever get out Our neck of the woods? Some chapters that you never knew I wore a t-shirt in the swimming pool When the nettles seemed to smell like lemon And the frogs got in the classroom I played a lot of golf with dad that winter Got pretty good at missing sitters Maybe one day I’ll be a big hitter And cross 300 yards And I wonder what you did those days Getting busy singing in the rain Would you tell Gene Kelly that you like his hair But if you wanna learn the language then you’ve gotta live there I know you got a job nearby Stacking shelves to pass the time Around then I had gone away Hadn’t met you yet, but I'll meet you someday I'm 28 in Cathedral Grove Here in Canada the trees can grow, In their quiet life they reach the sky One’s 70 metres high! And I’d read a book on the evergreens They’d taken town in the 70s Planted there for their privacy But they wouldn’t stop you meeting me Came home that summer and I didn’t leave Made a nest among the trees Nestled in with family My wings got tired of flying Out the rough and tumble, urban jungle We were river swimmers, we were night star lovers Like shy little deer we would run for cover Found our cover in each other’s arms And it's so true, until I met you I’d never really danced before I’d slipped up once on a wedding floor From then just stood there watching And it's funny now that you love somehow That I wear my slippers around the town Trip over when we walk the dog Use the windscreen wipers till you tell me stop And we both love the windows open Both have a funny thing about elbows And now we’ve joined the swimming pool And this July I’ll marry you We grew up in Suburban Pines Strangers till the stars aligned Shopped at the same supermarkets The same old chalky walks Well if I knew that someday soon In suburban pines I’d be meeting you Somewhere down that avenue I would have danced the road wearing different shoes Yea, if I knew that someday soon In suburban pines I’d be meeting you Somewhere down the avenue I would have danced the road wearing different shoes So is the real magic The doorstep glory In the real life ordinary story? 'Cause it feels like, I'm gonna be alright Feels like, it's gonna be alright