This may come as one surprise
You may never realize
That every choice my wife makes isn’t mine.
I know I seem the aimless sort
Who plots along the easy course
But who knows what occurs behind these doors.
And all the folks in Saskatoon
Who wonder why they’re there
In Januaire and Fevrier
And all the folks in Cheticamp
And Baie Comeau and Waskasieu
I drink to you and wonder too.
I know that she will think at times
About a lover left behind
Everybody does why shouldn’t she?
I would never cross the line
Of what is hers and what is mine
There’s more there than I could ever use.
I don’t really give a damn
If I’m a fool for what I am.
If that’s a fool then everyone is too.
And every choice that you make isn’t mine.