The Expos Fan
His hat in his hand
Cries no more
In his northern land
Weep though he did
At least from time to time
But a losing skid
Stopped his favorite nine
Memories will fade
as they often do
Tim Raines, Guerrero and Burke
So too, Moises Alou
Great players for sure
Yet the sportswriters knew
Their fame would be muted
While they wore Canadian Blue
The franchise didn’t die
But for those in Bug a Boo
There were tear filled eyes
There was nothing left to do
So at the train station today
The Expos fan chose his way
“Washington D.C.?”
“Nope, I’ll just let it be”
And with that he walked away
“Goodbye old friend”
Spoke a cold dark wind
Suddenly I felt a pain
That no doctor could mend
I thought of that man
The Expos fan
Now walking in shadowless plains
Gone forever but free
He returns to sacred land
The man with his hat in his hand
Greener pastures, fairer fields
He waves goodbye, a lonely man.
