Alive and Well

I’m alive and well in Montreal

I see a sky of pink, I see the sun fall

And as I run a bath, I rinse my hair

I feel your eyes on me, I know that you are not there

So I came home quick, sat beneath my tree

Felt your filth take hold of me

I feared my love, I feared my being

So many things that I’d be better off unseeing

I received your words, sent through German post, Explaining you admit you tried to turn me to a ghost

But I am not a soul to prod at and distress

Told me keep your clothes on and then told me to undress

I’ll be alive and well in Montreal, and when I rise my dreams of you will fall

And I won’t run a bath, I won’t rinse my hair

Won’t feel you eyes on me, I know that you are not there

So I came home quick, I climbed the tree

Felt the sun, felt warm on me

I became the tree, I became the flower

I realized I never left the shower

I stood there for eighteen days, couldn’t figure out if I'd lost or found my way

But I am a strong tree, that’s full of joy and flowers

I’m pure and clean and I can step out of the shower

I've found my place, the sun shines through the trees My spirits are aligned and I can finally be free