Queen Mary Trash

Sarah’s in the tavern, man she likes those creeps,
wears a parka and a sweater, but says she hates the heat.
Sweat drops hit the table as she counts out her cash,
and the boys they all call her Miss Queen Mary Trash.
Took my guitar to the pawnshop, I drank til half past two. Sarah she kept on
smiling, she reminded me of you.
On the other side of love, where everything turns cheap,
it’s winter time in Montreal, I’m down on DeCarie Street.
Over at the cafe where the losers sit and stare,
they’re all reading Leonard Cohen, but Leonard man,
he’s not here,
The churches are all empty, there’s nothing left to say,
you never were a sailor and I never learned to pray.
Took my guitar to the pawnshop, I drank til half past two. Sarah she kept on
smiling, she reminded me of you.
On the other side of love, where everything turns cheap,
it’s winter time in Montreal, I’m down on DeCarie Street.
I went and walked for hours, up old St. Joe’s hill,
repeating all those hurtful words and eating small white pills,
I saw a pilgrim climbing on his knees, up those long, steep stairs,
I thought of Sarah weeping in her poverty of care.
Took my guitar to the pawnshop, I drank til half past two. Sarah she kept on
smiling, she reminded me of you.
On the other side of love, where everything turns cheap,
it’s winter time in Montreal, I’m down on DeCarie Street.