Gord Downie The concert was today. I heard the wild crowd moan. It's not that life's distasteful to me. It's just that I am all alone. If I should hear a bird, or when I'm making toast. It's in the smallest moments. When I expect the least, I think of you the most. It's not that it's a mystery, this newly-found malaise. The trouble is, the mystery has taken your place. I turn my head away. Now everything is gone. It's taken this catastrophe to see what you mean to me. If I could have my way, I'd turn and start again. We'd sing and dance and laugh and be exactly the same as we were then.