I wanted to kiss you at Lake Lousie,
it was calm, it was cool,
it was still in the breeze.
And I still think about waiting expectantly,
and the look on your face when you said to me:
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I do. But..."

So we got in the car and drove back to Lake Claire,
but you didn't say nothing the whole way there.
Your brothers, and sisters, and husband were there.
I waited to say, at the foor of the stairs:
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I do."

And I hope tonight that you're not fine,
that you're looking back on better times
and thinking of all the things
I said to try and make you change your mind.

Well, I still go for walks around Chestermere Lake.
Its been seventeen years, but my heart still aches.
I just wanted to tell you that I'm still alone,
and I hope that its you on the end of the phone, saying:
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I made a mistake."