its like , going on a boat, to a far away place, I wish I could do that, I've never really left home, I've went a bit west, a bit north, considerably far east and barely south, my world is small , and yet, this makes it so much bigger, I feel like a vagabond, walking along a lonesome road, with my bindle , with nothing but a pen and a few sheets of used paper, where am I going? far away, to a strange country, where nobody goes.

TRACKLIST

1° - Balade À Toronto