Canada Geese
We live on the same street
We live on the same street here in town
Listening to the freeway
Listening to the truckers shifting down

And in the winter
The cold rain comes pouring down
And in the summer
All the grasses turn to brown
And in the springtime
Pretty flowers everywhere
But in the fall
The Canadian Geese, I can hear

Playing on the pavement
Watch the tennis ball roll through the cars
Sitting on the front steps
Through the city lights you see the stars

And in the winter
The cold rain comes pouring down
And in the summer
All the grasses turns to brown
And in the springtime
Pretty flowers everywhere
But in the fall
The Canadian Geese, I can hear
And Canada is a place up north
Where everything is green
So many geese to be seen
That they fill the sky
Sometimes you cannot see the sun
And even though I've never been there, I know
'Cause it’s where the geese come from

We live on the same street
We live on the same street here in town
Listening to the freeway
Listening to the truckers shifting down

And in the winter
The cold rain comes pouring down
And in the summer
All the grasses turn to brown
And in the springtime
Pretty flowers everywhere
But in the fall
The Canadian Geese, I can hear
I can hear, I can hear, I can hear