Saint Catherine Avenue

Some things stay,
Some fade away; I wasn't looking for something I lost.
I was only trying to find what I became.
Maybe every city keeps a story from the people passing through.
Maybe every street remembers every name it ever knew.
I don't need to stay forever; I don't need to go back again.
Some places aren't meant to hold you; they just show you where you've been.
Saint Catherine Street, I finally understand.
It was never about the places; it was always who I became.
The lights are different, the years moved on,
But somewhere between these buildings I found the girl I was before.