You wouldn't know it
But I got what I deserved
Now I'm heading to Steeltown
Before I lose my nerve

And we'll find a big old house
With too many floors
And ghosts for every story that we've never told before
Yeah, ghosts for every story that we've never told before

Victoria Day
Victoria Day
Victoria Day
Victoria Day
We're running out of money
But we've got the month of May

I hold tight to memories
Of Spencer Smith Park
A bleary eyed epiphany
Of a ten-year-old spark

And you're got your Mom's old records
And they're playing to your fears
'Cause you know we'll still be crazy
After all these years
Yeah we'll still be crazy
After all these years

Victoria Day
Victoria Day
Victoria Day
Victoria Day
We're running out of hope
But we've got the month of May

That little pint of sadness
I still can't drink away
And we're fresh out of fireworks
And it's raining anyway

And there's bats in all the cherry trees
The piano's out of tune
But we've still got each other under a solitary moon
Yeah, we've still got each other under a solitary moon

Victoria Day
Victoria Day
Victoria Day
Victoria Day
We're running out of time
But we've got the month of May