It was a warm day, in late April 2014 The sun was shining and the streets were roaring A Couple friends and I decided, to make the trek to Downtown Toronto, from our suburb only 35 minutes from the downtown core We took the bus down, Nine-dollar fare one way We got to Union, in the mid-afternoon Took line 2 to Spadina Avenue, we got off and surveyed the Toronto Landscape People rushing on a Saturday Afternoon Three punk kids surrounded by business, we decided to take a walk To our favorite lunch place, A little Japanese joint for the best Ramen We sat down at a quarter after two, ordered our food Hot bowls of Japanese noodles Wooden chopsticks that we pulled apart, we started eating It tasted so good, we didn’t think of leaving But we finished our bowls, paid our cheque’s and went on our way “This place is like Hollywood” I heard someone say So many films are made here, maybe I’ll make one I thought The thought slowly faded away as we approached the first store My Favorite record shop, “Sonic Boom” right near where Honest Ed’s used to be We looked around for a while, but nothing was catching my eye I looked through the punk section, a decent selection I found the Minutemen, I was interested as I just finished watching “We Jam Econo” and I thought of D. Boon dying at 27 Double Nickle on A Dime, they’re best album I picked it up as I hadn’t listened to it at the time History Lesson Part II would be a great song to die to (Instrumental Break) We walked out of the store with a decent haul Some Minutemen, Black Flag, and Fugazi albums We started towards Queen where the next store was The Black Market off Queen and Spadina, a punk rock affair t-shirts that say funny shit, and vintage clothing from the 80’s Patches and pins, and the clerk is a glam rocker or Goth With a black mesh top, we look around this interesting and underground shop I heard a voice call out to me, she didn’t know my name She looked at my shirt and said “Nirvana” And she asked do you know how Kurt and Courtney met? I said “no” They met at a Butthole Surfers Concert she said and at that point I realized Pepper was playing She sang along to the song while I stood and looked at her We talked about music a little bit, she asked what favorite Nirvana album was I said Bleach, she said that’s her favorite too. And at that point I knew Me and my friends looked around for awhile longer, and she disappeared into the store My gay best friend decided to look more and me and the tall one went out for a smoke We lit our smokes, Pall Mall Blue. Pulled out our packs that we bought underage She comes out and asks for one from one of us, and I happily obliged She lit it and asked what my name was. I said Eliot Smith, and she said “oh, just like the musician” I said I get that all the time and how it was sad how we died She asked me if I played any instruments and I said “yea, I play a few” She said which ones and I said, guitar, drums and keyboard and I guess I can sing a little She said she played guitar and drums I said “That’s great” and we finished our smokes and exchanged numbers

When we were just fifteen years old laying under the bridge Panting and tired from the running we just did We didn't care about much back then What did we lose under the bridge (x2) Feeling nice from the rivers mist knowing my youth would be sorely missed I wish I could be here forever Lost in my happy known escape with friends I'll know forever that I won't lose under the bridge What did we lose under the bridge (x2)