Hometown Waltz

The drummers and jugglers in Montreal Don't even exist at all So I'm tearin' up these tarot cards and Venetian clowns Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals You may ask why I want to torch my hometown Partly it's bitterness and not bein' round and round again On Ontario Street lookin' up Maybe I'll catch him on his way to the show You travel the world and you find all the answers Everythin' 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