49/ by the canal I sit

I know the truth,
I can make your heart ache.
I know she loves me,
what can I do about it?
Nettles and rusting tin cans
along the summer track.
I will always miss her,
by the canal I sit.

The dark sky. A pale cottage,
I know it’s you in there,
her place so small.
It’s her place I’ve known before.
I throw my coat down,
take her in my arms,
but one day I’ll love someone else,
I guess.