True Story

I went off to Calgary, hoping to make it big
Got a two-bit job in a motorcycle store
I’m opening doors, I’m opening doors

So alone I hurt myself, nearly lost it all
Left you to your own devices
Then one night through the driving snow
You turned up to take me home
I said I surrender I will come with you
I’ve failed here and I’ve failed you

I’m so sorry to your family
I’m sorry to your kids
But it is what it is
Yeah it is what it is

We were back together like cheese and chalk
It was snowing heavy and we didn’t talk
But all that faded in the Calgary chill
And we drove off into the hills

Diamonds on my birthday
And a ribbon in my hair
Diamonds on my birthday yeah
Diamonds on my birthday
And a ribbon in my hair
Diamonds on my birthday yeah
Diamonds on my birthday yeah
Diamonds on my birthday yeah
Diamonds on my birthday