This is actually my least favorite Devon Sproule song, by far--it seems much more formulaic than the other ones I've heard, which are fantastic--but the bridge is sort of out of this world.
Some women are patient, some are too pretty to be
but woe is the beau with neither, there
ain't a fellow alive with a pillow so wide
just waiting for my beautiful love,
my restless lady,
the only girl I think of, think of