Sniffer - Kirk's Return Lyrics

Kirk flew in from Calgary, the sky was painted blue
Touched down in Dunnville, with a little town in view
First stop was Tim Hortons, smell of coffee in the air
Brenden met him at the door, with an iced drink to share

They sat down at a table, in the corner by the light
Talkin' 'bout the good old days, how they both took flight
Brenden grinned and shuffled, cards between his hands
Crazy Eights on the table, like old familiar plans

From Calgary to Dunnville, friendship soared on high
Tim Hortons was their landing, underneath the open sky
Iced coffee and some laughter, cards spread out in fate
In a little town in Ontario, they played their Crazy Eights

The sun was slowly setting, casting shadows long
Stories flowed like rivers, to the tune of country songs
Cards were laid down one by one, each move with a smile
Memories and Crazy Eights, made the time worthwhile

Brenden told of winters, where the snow piled high
Kirk reminisced of rodeos, under summer skies
Laughter filled the cafe, as the game drew to an end
Two hearts bound by miles, but time they still could bend

From Calgary to Dunnville, friendship soared on high
Tim Hortons was their landing, underneath the open sky
Iced coffee and some laughter, cards spread out in fate
In a little town in Ontario, they played their Crazy Eights