Virtute the Cat Explains Her Departure (Live)

Virtute the Cat Explains Her Departure (Live) - The Weakerthans

It had something to do with the rain

Leaching loamy dirt

And the way the back lane came alive

Half moon whispered go

For a while I heard you

Missing steps in the street

And your anger pleading

In an uncertain key

Singing the sound that you found for me

When the winter took the tips of my ears

Found this noisy home

Full of pigeons and places to hide

And when the voices died

I emerged to watch abandoned machines

Waiting for their men

To return I remember the way

I would wait for you

To arrive with kibble

And a box full of beer

How I'd scratch the empties

Desperate to hear

You make the sound that you found for me

After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby

Let you brush my matted fur

How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping

Shallow breathing made me purr

But I can't remember the sound that you found for me

I can't remember the sound that you found for me

I can't remember the sound