Hometown Waltz

Lyrics
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 the show

You travel the world and you 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

Say, will you ever, ever, ever know Ever, ever, ever fly away? Will you ever, ever, ever, go Ever, ever, ever find a way?

Source: MetroLyrics