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