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