作词 : Tamara Lindeman
 作曲 : Tamara Lindeman

 All spring I was driving
 Every river swollen with rain, every stream a torrent
 Over the highway bridges that run high across the plains, flooded
 “Half of the Maritimes,” they say, “is running this way.”
 I don’t expect your love to be like mine
 I trust you to know your own mind. As I know mine
 Could it really be so effortless
 All in my sight, many hillsides –
 Green and black and distant, and rivers serpentine, glinting
 I know there’s so much it just can’t mean – you and me
 Still caught up in heartache and grief
 Yet to come, yet to cease
 I feel like I’m seeing double, all joy and all trouble
 My friends say, “be careful,” or “be gracious,” “glad,” or “thoughtful”;
 “don’t move too fast”; “don’t let it pass you by.”
 But I don’t expect your love to be like mine
 I trust you to know your own mind. As I know mine