I want to go to Queen St.
I want to fall asleep in its overwhelming smells and concrete
Feel the people brushing past on subways and sidewalks
Hold its old air in my hands and let the music lift me up
I want to drink in the Horseshoe Tavern once more
Meet people with tall tales over cold drinks in warm hands
I want the city lights to fill my head until I'm dizzy
I want its antiquity and love to fall on me.