The drummers and jugglers in Montreal Don't even exist at all So I'm tearing up these tarot
cards and Venetians clowns Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals
You may ask why I want to torch my home town Partly
it's bitterness and hopping 'round and 'round again On Ontario Street looking up Maybe I'll catch him on his way to
You travel the world and find all the answers Everything operates on the unattainables And then you
hear your mother laugh attached to the phone Could have walked around the block 'cause all roads lead to home
will you ever ever ever know, Ever ever ever fly away? Will you ever ever ever go, Ever ever ever find a way?