Written in November of 1994 in Edmonton, Alberta
Walk proud
Walk tall
Or don’t come around here at all
Now if you’re climbing the walls
And time seems to crawl
Give Sweet Lorraine a call
If you’re walking in your sleep
And through the shadows you do creep
Now when your legs can’t seem to stand
And time has slipped through your hands
Sweet Lorraine, will understand
She’ll cool your rage, like rain in July
A prisoner in the cage, with the world passing by
She’ll turn your page, buddy, like she turned mine
You’re walking on a wire without a net
She’ll cool your fire, like you ain’t cooled yet
If you want to lay your money down, buddy, Lorraine’s your bet
Now when your legs can’t seem to stand
And time has slipped through your hands
Sweet Lorraine will understand
I used to know Sweet Lorraine
She broke my heart and eased my pain
She’s just as sweet as sugar cane
Equal pleasure, equal pain
Her love hit me like a freight train
And like a cool sweet low rain