Lead Vocal by Greg      Well, these late night conversations   Leave a strange taste,   Like french cigarettes.   And these coloured drinks   that you keep on throwin' at me   Just keep on reminding me   I came to forget.      So now every night   You insist on reminding me   Of my lost possibilities   And the stains on the wall.   Well, I don't mean to complain   But it hurts just the same.   And now both of us know   The leaves will fall on their own.      Just throw me a line   That's all that I ask   Well, it's sink or swim and I'm goin' fast   I need love and it's you   And I feel like William Holden floating in a pool.      Yea, you tell me   Life is for living   It's best in the giving   But it's so hard to be free.   Still I do my best   But you refuse my gift   And now all that we share   Is a collection of tears.      Just throw me a line   That's all that I ask   Well, it's sink or swim and I'm going fast   I need love and it's you   And I feel like William Holden floating in a pool.      Produced by Terry Brown   All songs written by Keelor/Cuddy   All songs published by Thunderhawk Music (SOCAN).   Copyright 1986, 1987 Blue Rodeo Productions. All rights reserved. Used with Permission.