Queen Street Video (MV)

I haven't seen you in two years
Frankly I'm intimidated
You walk the cobbled stones like you're made of air
I've never seen that before

Taking sips off your dampened cigarette
The furthest I will go, since I haven't kissed you yet
I know it's wrong but I can't think of nothing else
But I'll listen to you ramble to the sound of distant church bells ringing

I didn't think I'd feel this way
But now I'm thinking of you every day
And how I'd give it all just to whisper something sweet
Over southern cuts and coffee on queen street

Sunday Morning came and went
The cars flew by me as I drove back home again
Cotton fields, past rundown paper mills
Blue eyes in grey skies all along the high way, singing

I didn't think I'd feel this way
But now I'm thinking of you every day
And how I'd give it all just to whisper something sweet
Over southern cuts and coffee on queen street

Now you're way out in Chicago
Waiting tables in some fancy restaurant
I bet I rarely cross your mind
But would you smile if you heard my name?
Would you smile if you heard my name?
Would you smile if you heard my name?
Would you smile if you heard my name?

I didn't think I'd feel this way
But now I'm thinking of you every day
And how I'd give it all just to whisper something sweet
Over southern cuts and coffee...
Over southern cuts and coffee on queen street