Kiefer Sutherland - Bloor Street

Walking down Bloor Street
I make the right on Yonge
This old town and I've gone round for round
But this is where I'm from

I can feel the wind coming off the lake
It cuts right to the bone
A crooked smile grows on my face
Cause now I know I'm home

She whispers, baby, baby, walk slow
Baby, baby, don't go, oh no

Her skyline is a friend of mine
And she's shining bright tonight
A gentle snow falls from the sky
So I pull my jacket tight

Searching for a cigarette
I fumble for a light
Steel on steel I can hear the wheels
Of a streetcar pass me by

She whispers, baby, baby, walk slow
Baby, baby, don't go, oh no

When this city talks to me
She tells the story of my life
Walking through her shadows
On a cold winter's night

And I can feel that wind coming off the lake
It cuts right to the bone
And that crooked smile grows on my face
Cause now I know I'm home

She whispers, baby, baby, walk slow
Baby, baby, don't go, oh no
She whispers, baby, baby, walk slow
Baby, baby, don't go, don't go