Birthday Song Lyrics

I couldn't think of a thing to write
on your birthday car
consider the poets, they didn't know
what they choired inside my heart
--------------- Toronto
all of the places we've been
I filled up my ------- and looked in to the trees
and still came up empty again
so I guess the next time you see me
in the world of partial truth you'll fully believe me
I have nothin' to give, except for to live
like the person you know me to be

I can clean up the kitchen, fold up your clothes
neatly as I am able
wrap a box of ------------ for a surprise
------------ flowers for the table